[1:06 second skit and instrumental to open] [Blueprint] Yeah; I'm often haunted by thoughts of crooked cops Glocks raised, blockin my sunrays and optimism It only takes one shot to take what we got The gift of life, and make your body start to stiffen It's a shame that we each gotta lose loved ones before we see tomorrow's not given As sure as the sun shines, I'll go for mine So when I die, at least I'll know that I died livin Tim Thomas ran from two cops out to get him into a dark alley, then two shots hit him Another inner city killing nobody witnessed Swept under the rug, as official police business I seen his moms on television, pleadin and cryin Tellin cops to stop killing And calm down the youth that choose not to listen One life, one love, but all we got is vengeance Now they're on a burn down the Sin City mission Lookin for the pigs that licked shots and got missin You know it's chaos even if you don't hear it Cause the air smells like gun smoke and teen spirit Whatever is goin down I want to be near it When a thousand stand as one, you start to feel fearless Enough to walk across hot coal no matter how hot Break another window, maybe throw another rock Maybe so, maybe not (maybe so, maybe not) Maybe I'll be the next black man to get shot Maybe so, maybe not (maybe so, maybe not) Maybe I'll be the next black man to get shot, but, but.. [Chorus: x2] You'll have to kill me first Before I get inside the paddywagon You took too many of my people Nobody knows what happened [guest rapper] It's kind of fucked up cause as a child I do remember Officer Friendly Homey that hit the crib later to peep the Chi sweeps Have you ever had your spot raided for dope, couches ripped Glass tables flipped, brass bent, dogs sniffin in the cereal NyQuil and aspirin tossed out the medicine cabinets Just to find these stupid motherfuckers had the wrong apartment No apologies or nothin, left my mother in tears After scramblin to get it destroyed, a life scarring was bad enough my coat was wore and hell I even smiled when a cop {?} sloppy in crossfire Hopin that she died in hallway piss Retribution for my feelings of bein cuffed to a fence Harassed in front of {?} droppin my {?} white she asked about some fuckin colors But ain't no Crips from where I reside On one occasion walkin to Osco threatened by a dick Talkin 'bout we walkin down the wrong blocks Now that I think about it was the first time that I saw a glock Upper loaded black barrel at eyelevel, these muh'fuckin heathens And I seen it in the bitch's racist face that she wanted to pull her image burned inside my mind forever Until I have yet to tell my seeds, Kaneisha still believes And I'm prayin it's an occupation she don't wanna ever see A living that my cousin wasn't blue enough to be And ever since a child they made a lifelong enemy of me, shit [Chorus]
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Copy to Clipboard: [1:06 second skit and instrumental to open] [Blueprint] Yeah; I'm often haunted by thoughts of crooked cops Glocks raised, blockin my sunrays and optimism It only takes one shot to take what we got The gift of life, and make your body start to stiffen It's a shame that we each gotta lose loved ones before we see tomorrow's not given As sure as the sun shines, I'll go for mine So when I die, at least I'll know that I died livin Tim Thomas ran from two cops out to get him into a dark alley, then two shots hit him Another inner city killing nobody witnessed Swept under the rug, as official police business I seen his moms on television, pleadin and cryin Tellin cops to stop killing And calm down the youth that choose not to listen One life, one love, but all we got is vengeance Now they're on a burn down the Sin City mission Lookin for the pigs that licked shots and got missin You know it's chaos even if you don't hear it Cause the air smells like gun smoke and teen spirit Whatever is goin down I want to be near it When a thousand stand as one, you start to feel fearless Enough to walk across hot coal no matter how hot Break another window, maybe throw another rock Maybe so, maybe not (maybe so, maybe not) Maybe I'll be the next black man to get shot Maybe so, maybe not (maybe so, maybe not) Maybe I'll be the next black man to get shot, but, but.. [Chorus: x2] You'll have to kill me first Before I get inside the paddywagon You took too many of my people Nobody knows what happened [guest rapper] It's kind of fucked up cause as a child I do remember Officer Friendly Homey that hit the crib later to peep the Chi sweeps Have you ever had your spot raided for dope, couches ripped Glass tables flipped, brass bent, dogs sniffin in the cereal NyQuil and aspirin tossed out the medicine cabinets Just to find these stupid motherfuckers had the wrong apartment No apologies or nothin, left my mother in tears After scramblin to get it destroyed, a life scarring was bad enough my coat was wore and hell I even smiled when a cop {?} sloppy in crossfire Hopin that she died in hallway piss Retribution for my feelings of bein cuffed to a fence Harassed in front of {?} droppin my {?} white she asked about some fuckin colors But ain't no Crips from where I reside On one occasion walkin to Osco threatened by a dick Talkin 'bout we walkin down the wrong blocks Now that I think about it was the first time that I saw a glock Upper loaded black barrel at eyelevel, these muh'fuckin heathens And I seen it in the bitch's racist face that she wanted to pull her image burned inside my mind forever Until I have yet to tell my seeds, Kaneisha still believes And I'm prayin it's an occupation she don't wanna ever see A living that my cousin wasn't blue enough to be And ever since a child they made a lifelong enemy of me, shit [Chorus]
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