STOP THE COP-KILLING…
y’all dudes are not willing to,
deal with the pressure we be feeling.
Popping glocks and hiding hands,
I just don’t understand,
how that can ever fit into ya plan…
I’m just saying…
I feel that you just trying to make ya millions,
But you just make it harder for our children.
still gotta walk the city streets,
still gotta see,
Now the force is bringing heat to the homies ya section,
All because the homie’s got a different skin complexion.
They don’t care enough they’re just trying to win elections,
Trying to put a wall between the brothers and the mex’cans.
is the questions that you ask us,
when you see it’s crooked cops trying to blast us!
Like a life that’s headed straight into disaster
Feeling helpless as we watch it moving past us…..
Black lives matter,
like White lives matter,
like All lives matter,
you can miss me with the chatter.
Turn the other cheek while they’re moving up the ladder
The reality I see,
is our mother’s getting sadder.
I try to hold my tears while I look into her eyes
why’d her son have to die?
I’m for praying for the crooked cops,
to stop the killings in our hoods,
what they’re calling justified ain’t understood!