[Chorus: Anderson .Paak & JID]
You should've been downtown (Word)
The people are rising (For real?)
We thought it was a lockdown (What? Yeah)
They opened the fire (Man)
Them bullets was flyin' (Ooh)
Who said it was a lockdown? Goddamn lie (Ugh, look)
[Verse 1: JID]
It's a war going on outside, I swear to God
I'm on the front line, no front, no cap, no fun-size
Sunshine, cinnamon skin
People blend in together and ride side by side, organized
We bust guns at the same time, harmonize (Ooh-ooh)
Form a line, pick a lead, take a leap
Lead with love, please, you sound like Dr. King
People tired of taking beatings from beasts covered in sheets
I love niggas, but we too forgiving for how they treating us
Reparations, bit', we tryna get even
Just run the paper maybe, then we can start the conversation
Common ground, prison compounds full of my fuckin' people
How you still sleepin'? Have you had your coffee this evening, Karen?
'Cause you seem a little off
All the black girls missin' and endin' up inside the coffins
But you mad when they hashtag "BlackLivesMatter" on front your sidewalk
Diabolical thoughts, diatribe from dialogues
Damaging images of men and women who died off
Fighting for civil rights, a simple necessity
Given when you given life, but we been trippin'? Right (Skrrt)
You should've been downtown (Word)
The people are rising (For real?)
We thought it was a lockdown (What? Yeah)
They opened the fire (Man)
Them bullets was flyin' (Ooh)
Who said it was a lockdown? Goddamn lie (Ugh, look)
[Verse 1: JID]
It's a war going on outside, I swear to God
I'm on the front line, no front, no cap, no fun-size
Sunshine, cinnamon skin
People blend in together and ride side by side, organized
We bust guns at the same time, harmonize (Ooh-ooh)
Form a line, pick a lead, take a leap
Lead with love, please, you sound like Dr. King
People tired of taking beatings from beasts covered in sheets
I love niggas, but we too forgiving for how they treating us
Reparations, bit', we tryna get even
Just run the paper maybe, then we can start the conversation
Common ground, prison compounds full of my fuckin' people
How you still sleepin'? Have you had your coffee this evening, Karen?
'Cause you seem a little off
All the black girls missin' and endin' up inside the coffins
But you mad when they hashtag "BlackLivesMatter" on front your sidewalk
Diabolical thoughts, diatribe from dialogues
Damaging images of men and women who died off
Fighting for civil rights, a simple necessity
Given when you given life, but we been trippin'? Right (Skrrt)
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