Do your job, do what you say, this country is supposed to be about the land of the free for all.

It has not been free for black people and we are tired.

You can run this bitch, you can run this bitch.

Run this bitch.

Till the past is EK, you can be shit.

We gonna burn this bitch, fuck these crocodiles and me, fuckin' flag, raise your black, this.

Till the cap, he can't take a niva, we don't need for shit.

Get the gas and you fuckin' ass, we gonna burn this bitch, burn this bitch.

We gonna burn this bitch, burn this bitch.

Don't walk, please call 911, we got anabors, they won't even see it coming, fuck put in your hands up, they kill us in handcuffs.

On on by the year, we got a hands up, everyone niggas at the bottom forever.

This year, they knew been a problem forever, pops got 12, ain't touch nobody.

Nickin' fuck 12, they don't love nobody, fuck all that marchin', we gettin' armed, they'll try to be peaceful, but they won't be monster.

I'm thinkin' awesome, I'm about to bomb them, they never listen, but we tried to warn them, fuck it, then get the strap.

We looted, they shoot and we shoot them back, polluted by people with news and crap.

Only way out is the who been wrapped, hey fuck is a blue life, someone that's corruptin' on blue right?

Someone that's gon' make sure the news tight, a bitch in your bag just some blue tights, just made it out, you can't let me take a fuck out of this family, drive a mama to insanity, fuck black, give a fuck it, who mad at me, black man, and I want big cash.

Burn this bitch down if we need to, keep on home in my people, since being black is it legal, we don't see change, we gon' see you.

Till you see through, three-fifths is not equal, tryna live shit is lethal, man, fuck they flaggin' that equal, why ain't turnin' down till we turn it round?

You ain't know where you learnin' that, I paid what I life, so we earn it now, built it up and we're burnin' down.

Let the Pope know that I'm in the town, loaded rounds for the bonus round, Jullis Sandra plans all the Michael Browns, Hutt be poundin' in sirens sound, what my kids gonna do if I'm not around?

When I'm handcuffed and they beat me down, me on my neck and I'm on the ground, catch me for air and scary sound, so I stay strapped when I ride around, 17 shots to divide the round, better ride your wild with my body found, silence too long to be quiet now.

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