Ivan - Whyt Ppl Lyrics

Who told the lamb to come outside when we be talking a lot
Or the gun to aim at me when I go walk in the park
Starting to not think
I got rational thoughts
Cuz im shaking in my boots when he decided to draw

Like i can't even barbecue nigga
I can't even barbecue nigga
That shit is crazy
Want my body parts but scared of my skin shit is amazing

Panhandling the fake legislation
White teachers giving my black youth they edumacation
I get killed everywhere like what's the point of vacation
Oh Columbus see em coming f*ck yo birth of a nation

I don't want raisins in my potato salad
What happened before they started recording stop the f*cking capping
I hate them dumbass Facebook comments bitch you know what happened
My nigga dead from police and yo ass just laughing

Walk around this bitch feeling less safer
I took a drive in my car my eyes was laser
For patrol cars doing the white man favors
Like i know this gun will kill him why tf I need a taser

Bullshit and you know it
Every month you pressing me just to get to them quotas
Pull me over to the shoulder while my kid in stroller
Two different skin colors nigga we know the motive

So f*ck all the secret societies
F*ck elite white men yea i see you all eyeing me
F*ck masonic sacrifices never get my body
Oh yea you music devils too, f*ck Illuminati

Im rocky
Feeling like I'm bout to catch body
Stop it
Channel 9 news why do we watch it

And if you having a real bad day
Just scream f*ck you f*ck you f*ck you to the KKK

Skinheads in hoodies
Scary bitches scared to show yo face when we all looking
I could be standing next to you and yo ass will get shooken
But call me niggas on Twitter damn bitch you want a cookie

Stabbing a black women on a train platform
Mass school shootings what you doing that for
Get away with grabbing pussy nobody can stop em
Tissues to yo issues but we the f*cking problem

Right?

Let freedom rain upon all niggas
Screaming reparations standing on top of a trump building
Lunch tickets
I ran outta those before sentenced
Penitentiary orange juice
Got a nigga feeling distant
Like the sunken place
Sunk my face
Running running jump the gate
Shot me from behind so how the bullet hit my f*cking face
Ancestors soul is still hanging from a f*cking tree
White children galore
Love to watch a nigga bleed on these
Yea nigga
Yea nigga
Get them blood up on the f*cking leaves
House nigga
Field nigga
Get the bleach buckets and go and clean
This one for Marcus Garvey
Next one for Medgar Evers

Take me back to Sankofa
Forgot need to remember

Take me back to Sankofa
Forgot need to remember

Take me back to Sankofa
Forgot need to remember

Take me back to Sankofa
Forgot need to remember

Shackles that tackle my ankles
But no one remembers