[Intro]
Know that one thing we did right was the day we started to fight
Keep your eyes on the prize, oh, Lord
[Chorus: Royce da 5'9"]
I ain't talkin' 'bout all lives
I'm talkin' 'bout our lives
Takin' 'bout all the violence on our lives
Black lives matter (Black lives matter)
I ain't tryna say I don't care 'bout y'all lives
Maybe, one day we'll come together and all rise
[Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"]
I be lookin' like Huey Newton in a coupe
It's an adventure just when I drive
My car tinted up with rims
I listen to Cyhi The Prynce when I vibе
I witness a lot of chicks, a lot of competition
Therе's a lot of snitchin' outside (Woo)
Lot of little boys become statistics before they can defy the odds
Why is my blood spilt on the fuckin' curb at the hands of a public servant?
Like I ain't a child of God
When the cop turned around and get tried in the court of lies
Acquitted and immortalised why the niggas get mortified
And I'm just young and noted
Nothin' employed, I realise it's a full-time job tryna hold a die
This is more than just a precinct, it's unorganized, this is a plot (Plot)
This is a ploy, they target you just so the world can watch your demise (Pop)
You little street boys need to use more of your intellect (Yes)
Oh, KKK
This message might self district before it hits the 'net
Oh, KKK
I don't got any people that I can legally bare arms with
A lot of my niggas convicts (Yeah)
The solidest fare consequence
Nobody 'round me afraid of death
We don't even believe in death (Nah)
Before you arrest us, make sure that you know that we know that the Lord test us (Okay)
But, this is more, this is the lowest testament
We need more vessels to get the message to Rickys and Allies than just Mora's chestnut (Woo)
Seems like the more I'm good at shit, the more I miss-understood shit
Only the corner gets us
EMS' and horn sections come blowin' at you when your pocket's on point like point Dexter
Borin' legend
Orange radish devil creepin' 'round (Yes)
Right now, I got the police behind me
Hand on my Glock for peace and mind
Tryin' not to be a new statistic for the stupid system
Today, I took the top off of my whip and now I'm feelin' superstitious
Know that one thing we did right was the day we started to fight
Keep your eyes on the prize, oh, Lord
[Chorus: Royce da 5'9"]
I ain't talkin' 'bout all lives
I'm talkin' 'bout our lives
Takin' 'bout all the violence on our lives
Black lives matter (Black lives matter)
I ain't tryna say I don't care 'bout y'all lives
Maybe, one day we'll come together and all rise
[Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"]
I be lookin' like Huey Newton in a coupe
It's an adventure just when I drive
My car tinted up with rims
I listen to Cyhi The Prynce when I vibе
I witness a lot of chicks, a lot of competition
Therе's a lot of snitchin' outside (Woo)
Lot of little boys become statistics before they can defy the odds
Why is my blood spilt on the fuckin' curb at the hands of a public servant?
Like I ain't a child of God
When the cop turned around and get tried in the court of lies
Acquitted and immortalised why the niggas get mortified
And I'm just young and noted
Nothin' employed, I realise it's a full-time job tryna hold a die
This is more than just a precinct, it's unorganized, this is a plot (Plot)
This is a ploy, they target you just so the world can watch your demise (Pop)
You little street boys need to use more of your intellect (Yes)
Oh, KKK
This message might self district before it hits the 'net
Oh, KKK
I don't got any people that I can legally bare arms with
A lot of my niggas convicts (Yeah)
The solidest fare consequence
Nobody 'round me afraid of death
We don't even believe in death (Nah)
Before you arrest us, make sure that you know that we know that the Lord test us (Okay)
But, this is more, this is the lowest testament
We need more vessels to get the message to Rickys and Allies than just Mora's chestnut (Woo)
Seems like the more I'm good at shit, the more I miss-understood shit
Only the corner gets us
EMS' and horn sections come blowin' at you when your pocket's on point like point Dexter
Borin' legend
Orange radish devil creepin' 'round (Yes)
Right now, I got the police behind me
Hand on my Glock for peace and mind
Tryin' not to be a new statistic for the stupid system
Today, I took the top off of my whip and now I'm feelin' superstitious
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