Why You Wanna Kill Me? (WYWKM?)
Tell me why you wanna kill me?
Tell me why you wanna kill me?
Why you wanna,
Kill me?
No, really?
So you mean to tell me the hate you're feeling
Over how dark my skin be
Runs deep enough to want to fill me
Up with bullets even if someone's filming?
I wonder, is the color of my skin so unappealing
That I deserve to get done filthy?
Thought I was innocent until we proven guilty?
I'm black and ain't nothing gon' change that
Am I guilty?
Damn man,
I showed you my hands and still he
Didn't deal me a chance,
That don't make you feel guilty?
Clearly, the system agrees
It's okay to
Trey'von Martin, Eric Gardner, Floyd, or Emmett Till me!
Okay, I see clearly
Where this dictatorship is steering
I guess we only good for
Building your buildings, entertainment or acting silly, but
When we simply,
Have dreams past the ceiling of feeling equal, we get done so severely
I don't think y'all hear me
No, I don't think you hear me, but
Here's my theory
We fear what we don't understand, but
I don't understand
How you're the one with the gun in your hand and yet, you fear me?
Is that why you want to kill me?
As far as history goes
There's no mystery shown
Whites taught a nigga hate,
Gave us less, we made more
Y'all getting rich off what a nigga made
We getting whipped and y'all getting paid
Same shit, just a different day
Even wilder
'Til this day
Just a different way
You think I'm still a slave?
Look me in the face
Don't look away
Scars you gave us still healing
But you in our faces smiling, but behind it, your mind cannot be your hatred
Admiring all our talents and skills
You've been taking our style for a while now
So how we always get accused of stealing?
Said all that to say this
I bet you feel alive when you shuckin' & jivin',vibing to our playlist
But then you get silent when we out here dying,
Basically taking a side of the racist
I wonder why
Are you scared to turn your back from your side for what's right?
Being righteous!
Let me tell you something I think that you should know
Black is beautiful
And if you understand that, then you are too
Whole lotta wild shit, violence is higher than the mileage of a 99 Chrysler
We fighting for whoever fighting for us
Let's go
Tell me why you wanna kill me?
Why you wanna,
Kill me?
No, really?
So you mean to tell me the hate you're feeling
Over how dark my skin be
Runs deep enough to want to fill me
Up with bullets even if someone's filming?
I wonder, is the color of my skin so unappealing
That I deserve to get done filthy?
Thought I was innocent until we proven guilty?
I'm black and ain't nothing gon' change that
Am I guilty?
Damn man,
I showed you my hands and still he
Didn't deal me a chance,
That don't make you feel guilty?
Clearly, the system agrees
It's okay to
Trey'von Martin, Eric Gardner, Floyd, or Emmett Till me!
Okay, I see clearly
Where this dictatorship is steering
I guess we only good for
Building your buildings, entertainment or acting silly, but
When we simply,
Have dreams past the ceiling of feeling equal, we get done so severely
I don't think y'all hear me
No, I don't think you hear me, but
Here's my theory
We fear what we don't understand, but
I don't understand
How you're the one with the gun in your hand and yet, you fear me?
Is that why you want to kill me?
As far as history goes
There's no mystery shown
Whites taught a nigga hate,
Gave us less, we made more
Y'all getting rich off what a nigga made
We getting whipped and y'all getting paid
Same shit, just a different day
Even wilder
'Til this day
Just a different way
You think I'm still a slave?
Look me in the face
Don't look away
Scars you gave us still healing
But you in our faces smiling, but behind it, your mind cannot be your hatred
Admiring all our talents and skills
You've been taking our style for a while now
So how we always get accused of stealing?
Said all that to say this
I bet you feel alive when you shuckin' & jivin',vibing to our playlist
But then you get silent when we out here dying,
Basically taking a side of the racist
I wonder why
Are you scared to turn your back from your side for what's right?
Being righteous!
Let me tell you something I think that you should know
Black is beautiful
And if you understand that, then you are too
Whole lotta wild shit, violence is higher than the mileage of a 99 Chrysler
We fighting for whoever fighting for us
Let's go
Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Saxon
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