PTSD

Police must be outside
A nigga nervous

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Police Coming
Uh at full speed fingers on the trigger wishing that I would blink
Freeze
Police Coming
Skrt
In hot pursuit, these police ain't pulling people over, they just stop you to shoot
Truth
Police Coming
It's all hate no love, crooked crackers filled em hot slugs killed him in cold blood
Police Coming
So run boy run, this is not for fun, those are not toy guns
Police Coming
My hands up please stand down, tried to break me I man up now its man down
Police Coming
Sad but true reality, there be no peace till be decease police brutality
I heard

Police Coming
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Uh, back in my old days I was a young whipper snapper
Steering column popper door kicker pistol packer
Looking for trouble a lost soul
High speed paper chase and I lost control
Laws patrol, hunting for criminals
Move minimal
The other day I watched em give a millennial a Millenium
A victim of tragedy, I watched the fatality as they finished em
Express this post-traumatic stress all thru my penmanship
This what a nigga dealing with
But these days this the pressure of life
Mama always told me boy shit pressure burst pipes
But I'm a king royal in my blood this pressure birth ice
Watch

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Credits
Writer(s): Brandon Henley
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