Memoirs of a Pig Quincey White

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(Intro) (sample)
We don't want to do anything to scare your children
That's the last thing we want to do. We don't want to scare anybody
(VERSE 1)
Grew up in a small town
A town called Hicksville
That's if you're white
If you're black, Willie Lynchville
Strange fruits hang from the poplar trees
Blood on the leaves
Black bodies swing in the southern breeze
And we'll be getting no sleep until we spread this hate all 'round the world
In three months I'll be the police
I'm halfway through the academy
I graduate from a cadet to a captain of casualties
Pickin' niggas off like niggas picking some cotton
My great-great-great grandfather did some slave shopping
At the slave auction always the highest bidder
Generations later that legacy is still with us
KKK all in my DNA but no more white sheets, you get to see my face
I get my gun, my badge and my uniform today
Plus my cruiser and my lights flash at yo' ass on {?}
(BRIDGE)
Got a BWD, that's Black While Driving
I'm calling for back-up before I flick on the sirens
Get my gun out and cock it
Before approaching the car
Because you a nigga
Nigga with the E.R
Cuff you then fuck you the fuck up
Before reading your rights
Kill you in cold blood and say I'm scared for my life
Beat the case and keep my job even though it's on camera
Ain't no justice for a fuckin' monkey dude, this is America