Voice
Yea
Time To Talk My Shit
Every time I turn it on the news It's a crime
All they ever talk about is people Dying
I'm sick and tired of seeing my People cry
I swear to god this shit be messing Up my mind
I swear these crackas out of line
Boy this ain't a joke
If it's freedom of speech then why We getting choked
They go back to their family and Sleep good
They try to take us out we got to Stay woke
Thinking they could do whatever Cause they got a badge
Killing niggas for no reason man This shit sad
Protesting and these riots yea it's Getting bad
Make us want to start a purge on They dog ass
We got to keep on fighting until They let up
Been dealing with this shit for Years and we fed up
Tired of talking they ain't listening
Guess we got to burn police cars And we flipping it
Trash white buisnesses
Knocking off whoever cause we Gripping it
If y'all cooperated all this will be Different
Damn
Rest in peace to the loved ones
How would they feel if we take One of their loved ones
How would they feel if the shoe Was on the other foot
How would they feel if we shot Them cause the way they looked
How would they feel if we hold Them at the traffic stop
Scared to reach for their license Afraid of getting shot
Down
We got no sympathy
And what's a change if you don't Use empathy
Y'all the ones creating this Negative energy
How could the one protecting us Be the enemy
Talking bout it's s different ways to resolve this
We did the million man march it Ain't stop shit
In california black people still Getting lynched
Thinking y'all not gone pay bitch You got us bent
Hmm
What can we do Up in this Situation
Hmm
The world is ran by a bunch of Masons
Hmm
And why you think they hold a Congregation
Hmm
They come together just to Worship satan
I know now y'all want to get me
Another black man dead in this Society
Kill our own race that's what they Want to see
They want us locked up in the Penitentiary
This a cold world that we live in
This is not a place to raise your Kids in
And about mines i'll leave you With no ceilings
Don't talk about it then I'm gone Bout my buisness
Y'all be flajin
Taking pictures laying on the Ground feeling sorry
Y'all need to crop it
And change your ways so we all Can have better days
And stop treating us like mother Fucking slaves
Time To Talk My Shit
Every time I turn it on the news It's a crime
All they ever talk about is people Dying
I'm sick and tired of seeing my People cry
I swear to god this shit be messing Up my mind
I swear these crackas out of line
Boy this ain't a joke
If it's freedom of speech then why We getting choked
They go back to their family and Sleep good
They try to take us out we got to Stay woke
Thinking they could do whatever Cause they got a badge
Killing niggas for no reason man This shit sad
Protesting and these riots yea it's Getting bad
Make us want to start a purge on They dog ass
We got to keep on fighting until They let up
Been dealing with this shit for Years and we fed up
Tired of talking they ain't listening
Guess we got to burn police cars And we flipping it
Trash white buisnesses
Knocking off whoever cause we Gripping it
If y'all cooperated all this will be Different
Damn
Rest in peace to the loved ones
How would they feel if we take One of their loved ones
How would they feel if the shoe Was on the other foot
How would they feel if we shot Them cause the way they looked
How would they feel if we hold Them at the traffic stop
Scared to reach for their license Afraid of getting shot
Down
We got no sympathy
And what's a change if you don't Use empathy
Y'all the ones creating this Negative energy
How could the one protecting us Be the enemy
Talking bout it's s different ways to resolve this
We did the million man march it Ain't stop shit
In california black people still Getting lynched
Thinking y'all not gone pay bitch You got us bent
Hmm
What can we do Up in this Situation
Hmm
The world is ran by a bunch of Masons
Hmm
And why you think they hold a Congregation
Hmm
They come together just to Worship satan
I know now y'all want to get me
Another black man dead in this Society
Kill our own race that's what they Want to see
They want us locked up in the Penitentiary
This a cold world that we live in
This is not a place to raise your Kids in
And about mines i'll leave you With no ceilings
Don't talk about it then I'm gone Bout my buisness
Y'all be flajin
Taking pictures laying on the Ground feeling sorry
Y'all need to crop it
And change your ways so we all Can have better days
And stop treating us like mother Fucking slaves
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Writer(s): Zoe Beezy
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