They growing up to be american terrorists
Suicide shooters are here
No conscience is there
Innocent wont get spared
They find the problem solver
Thats the blast from the revolver
Inner city warfare just the tip of it
KKK lookin like "we aint gotta do shit!"
Why get ya hands dirty when its black on black?
But yet all we see is the color of the flag
Or
The pigment of the skin
For
It is not just black its light, brown, caramel, dark and it goes on
But when do you see whites go pink, paste, fluorescent, tan, orange?
End of the day a slain leads to that red
All over that white tee
Drippin onto them new nike's
You bought with ya murderer's money
Cuz you were out trying to be funny
Or maybe you were a victim of random act
Cuz a lost soul was looking for acceptance
And that only option was to show desperation
A walk by, and look into your eyes lead to an escalation
Of 3 shots, lungs full of blood, seek for respiration
Victim like "Damn, I was rushing home cuz my girl's waitin"
Guess she can wait til she crosses
Now a girlfriend, a mother, a daughter, a friend all suffer losses
But the shooter dont care.
It is what it is
He could care less if that person had kids
Cutting lives short like the grim reaper
Too many owning that power
To the public you heartless and sick
But to the demons in ya mind, you the man of the hour
But the thing that makes me go ballistic
Is that we do nothing but watch the statistics
Only seek justice when it happens to you
Then get hurt when the system turns on you
Government is like "theres nothin we can do"
And most of the time that is true
We gotta check eachother before they try to check us
Instead of argue with eachother and wreck us
Where that unity talk?
When does the violence stop?
Right after this episode of Love&HipHop
But when the facts drop, people telling me "stop that!
Why do you care? You not even fully black!"
Damn....we had to stoop down to that?
Guess they'll care when a bullet fades me to black
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