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    Hands up, officer don't shoot
    Then pull your pants up, promise you won't loot
    We may never understand each other it's no use
    We ain't ever gonna grasp what each other goes through

    Black boy, black boy, we ain't gonna lie to you
    Black boy, black boy, we don't like the sight of you
    Pull up on the side of you
    Window rolled down, profiled
    And then we wonder why we see this side of you
    Probably coming from the dope house
    We can let you slide but your tail light is blew, out
    We know you're hiding that Heidi Klum on you
    And you're on another drug charge, homie
    it's back inside for you
    And just in case a chase might ensue
    we got that tried and true pistol
    drew right at you we be delighted to unload it
    In your bedroom, walk up
    and lay that taser in the side of you
    What the fuck am I gonna do?
    I keep telling myself keep doing like you're doing
    No matter how many lives you ruin
    It's for the red, white and blue
    Time to go find a new one and split his head right in two
    No one's ever indicted you
    Why?

    'Cause you're a white boy, white boy
    You're a rockstar (My momma talk to me
    Try to tell me how to live)
    White boy, white boy, in your cop car
    (But I don't listen to her
    'Cause my head is like a sieve)
    White boy, white boy, you're untouchable
    (The world's coming to an end, I don't even care)
    Nobody can tell me shit 'cause I'm a
    (big rockstar)

    Black boy, black boy, we don't get your culture and
    We don't care what our government's
    done to fuck you over, man
    Don't tell us your attitude's a result of that
    Balderdash, where'd you get the chip on your shoulder at
    Why you kicking that soda can?
    Pull your pants up
    We bought to roll up, and
    Throw your ass in the van, cuffed
    You don't have to know our plan or what our intentions are
    Our guns are close to our chest
    You better show your hands
    And put our minds more at ease
    And you'll get shot in the thyroid
    'cause you might die, boy
    We fighting a crime war
    Here come the swine
    Tryna' clean up these streets from all these minorities
    That's why we call them pigstye's for
    They're like eyesores to police
    Talk to you like you're a piece of trash
    Feels like we're stuck in a time warp to me
    As I kick these facts, and
    Get these mixed reactions
    As this beat backspins
    It like we're drifting back into the 60s
    Having black-skin is risky, 'cause this keeps happening
    Throughout history
    African-American's have been treated like shit
    And I admit, there have been times
    where it's been embarrassing to be a

    'Cause you're a white boy, white boy
    You're a rockstar
    (My momma talk to me
    Try to tell me how to live)
    White boy, white boy, in your cop car
    (But I don't listen to her
    'Cause my head is like a sieve)
    White boy, white boy, you're untouchable
    (The world's coming to an end, I don't even care)
    Nobody can tell me shit cause I'm a (big rockstar)

    Seems like, the average lifespan of a white man
    Is more than twice that of a black life-spanner
    Wonder if sometimes it has a fight scanner
    I feel like checking out on life
    can't escape the circumstance
    I'd rather hear them say "Die N-word" than Die Antwoord
    Ninja, now it's better to describe banter
    But that's life
    Strapped, 'cause we're strapped financially
    And can't find answers
    We're applying for McDonald's
    It seems like the only franchise that'll hire
    so how can we have higher standards
    As Dallas overshadows the battle for Black Lives Matter
    We fight back with violence
    But acts like that are
    Black eyes on the movement
    Which makes black lives matter
    At cops and cops madder
    And that's why it's at a stalemate
    Can't arrive at a compromise so it's Black Ops
    I wonder if we hire more, black cops, the crap stops
    The block is our backyard offices
    Not the crack spot
    Call the attack dogs off of us, man
    You always act pissed off at us a traffic stop
    And bad cops fuck it up for good cops
    And man, stop, sending white cops
    into black neighborhoods
    'Cause they ain't acclimated to 'em
    Like that's the way to do it
    Who's seen some fuckin' videos of rappers waving guns
    And no nobody black so they act afraid of us
    And that's racism
    Fear to the black face gives them
    A subconscious racist
    Wait, why is there black neighborhoods?
    'Cause America segregated us
    Designated us, to an area
    Separated us
    Section-eight'd us
    When we tear it up's the only time attention's paid to us
    And education sucks, every days another
    Freddie Grey for us, a levy breaks or fuzz
    Why is it, they treat us like dryer lint?
    We just want a safe environment for our kids
    but can't escape
    The sirens
    Don't take a scientist to see our violent nature lies
    In
    The poverty that we face so the crime rate's the highest in
    The lowest classes, its like a razor wire fence
    And we're trapped in, these racial biases
    That plague our society
    which makes our anxiety levels raise
    Every time we see a devil's face
    Lions, tigers and bears oh my!
    More like billy clubs and
    Gats
    And we really love it when you think we're guilty ‘cause
    We're black
    "But you kill each other, facts- you peel each
    Others caps, for silly stuff like hats”
    Single mother strugglin' through substance abuse
    While people with nothing to lose
    shoot each other for shoes
    Fuck your republican views
    Pull ourselves up by our bootstraps
    where the fuck is the boots?
    And streets act as a narrator
    Don't gotta read comics
    Or be that into characters
    just to see that just to be black, you better be strapped
    with a derringer- or be “capped in America”
    like Steve Rogers
    'Cause no one overseas, these cops, and
    Always see some B charges
    We see them beat Rodney King unconscious and got off
    So we don't need all your crooked police
    peace officer offerings
    Just keep marching, til' we reach congress
    But they gonna say you're tying
    to take an irrational stance
    cause you try to slander the flag
    But somebody has to be the sacrificial lamb
    So they call it a Kapernick tantrum
    if you don't stand for the national anthem
    We raised it, you better praise it
    or you'll be made to feel like a traitor, we'll
    Treat you like Rodney Dangerfield
    Home of the bravest still, racist spills
    So the whole nation feels like a plantation field
    In a country that claims
    that it was foundation on based on united states ideals
    That had its Natives killed
    Got you singing the Star Spangled Banner
    to a piece of cloth that represents the land of the free
    that made people slaves to build

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