Aztec Flow - 1862 Lyrics

Like one, one
One, one, eight, sixty two
Like one, one
One, one, eight, sixty two
Like one, one
One, one, eight, sixty two
Like one, one
One, one, eight, sixty two

Yo and we're back in the 1800s
Dudes be running
While ma f*ckas be gunnin'
For my fam getting chased by dudes hiding under they sheets
The racism of many done run deep
Damn what you think? (what chu think?)
An my roots run deep
Ma f*ckas don't give a damn what you done teach
My great grandma had to worry bout a gun piece
By the Sheriff in the town with damn police (yah, yah)
Try to tear down my people wassup (wassup)
Talk a little back and you get shot up (shot up)
Ain't a bitch, Ima be loud that's just how I was brought up (brought up)
Gotta problem, then my 6 shooters bout to be tossed up (tossed up)
An Sheriff took my great grandfather's land (yeah, land)
The house he built with his own two hands (two hands)
But that night he rolled back, ya
Lit a match, ya
Burnt the whole house down
Guess how we all feeling now (yah, yah)

1862 yah (eighteen)
1862 yah (eighteen)
1862 yah (eighteen)
1862 yah (sixty two)
1862, like yah
1862, like yah (like eighteen)
1862, like yah (sixty two)
1862, like yah

Riding through town ya
Sitting in a stagecoach
See a dude gunned down
Shot for his trench coat
Ma f*ckas come round
Shot on the wrong ground
Eight Bullets holes found
Still saying he drowned like yah

Eighteen sixty two, yah
Eighteen sixty two, yah
Yah, eighteen sixty two, yah
Riding and riding and riding
And riding and riding, yah

1862 yah (eighteen)
1862 yah (eighteen)
1862 yah (eighteen)
1862 yah (sixty two)
1862, like yah
1862, like yah (like eighteen)
1862, like yah (sixty two)
1862, like yah