[ Featuring Yke ]
F*ck one time, put yo f*cking hands up
F*ck the police tryna leave me wit a bloody crown
What's the point to see are hands if you shoot us down
Another nigga dead, another cop it proud
Another family pleading another cold trial
I'm jus here to be the voice for the lives you stole
No longer silenced by ya siren we not hiding at home
To all them judges in the robes that's just letting it go
Can you explain to these mothers why they're babies is gon
Or give a reason to these kids why they daddy ain't home
When these riots start to rise hope you'll ready for war
I be that leader for my people let me sharpen my sword
I want the law to feel are pain when we take one of yours
All that protect and serve a play on words
We call 911 and you'll observe
Cuffs round the wrist bite the curb
Citizens killed yet still won't heal
Cuz We want hell when steel gets pealed yet still conceal
Control us it's no luck we won't budge
Your not tough wit no badge you won't jump
You so quick throw shots and take none
I'm so mad they just past the red rum
You won't last you just clashed with god sons
You kill kids for just playing with toy guns
Tamir rice just fly high ill make right
Cuz you'll done pulled us outta cars, hated on the March
Been killing since Trayvon but youll done took it to far
Another warmonger, don't you question the marks
A martyr at large
Mike brown was shot down for being brown
Whole town was all around blood on the ground
No love for no pigs and trust
They shake hands and celebrate for killing us
Get us rowd up, then bodies pile
From sirens to silence bring the violence we ain't backing down
The day of judgement is coming
I'm getting ready for it
AyeVIZIER they kill us, you see are blood pouring
YKE, with killings untimely
On God almighty I'm bringing brail to where the blind lead
What's unseen they try to hide behind screens
The loud screams the innocence need a young king
A rising, cuz hands felt and eyes seen
Where chopped trees and bloody leaves where you'll find we
Id rather die then live knowing I'm not free
Call me Malcom and Martin it's still the same team
They shoot me I'm shooting back my clip intact
Tic for tac they posting faces I'm blowing caps
You feel it now, it's not a game get on the ground
Mike Brown on squad cars with 12 rounds
Revenge code put 5-0 in deep holes
Now we pulling poles on po-po's, fineto
U'd rather bargain for killing Sandra I'd rather slaughter
Is that a nuce or a new necklace around ya daughter
