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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