Riot! CunninLynguists

[Chorus: Deacon the Villain & Natti]
Old heads sayin’
Why them people outside
Tryna keep them young boys quiet
Get low, why? Them young boys wild
Lookin’ at ‘em ‘bout to start a riot
Good Lord, why them people outside?
Tryna keep them young girls quiet
Get low, why? Them young girls wild
Lookin’ at ‘em ‘bout to start a riot
Good Lord

[Verse 1: Deacon the Villain]
Look at all the red, some whites in blue
No rights, incites, the fight in you
For life you no nice, you no like my hue
You strike we stand straight as a stripe on cue
And you ask, why we burning up the neighborhood?
As if the ghetto was created for the greater good
It’s even burning where the savior stood
We trying to self destruct this what will make you do it
Tryna find a nugget of truth in something
Other than art, somewhere other than youth
It’s all lies everything under your roof
To learn that history’s been slanted just to keep you aloof
It reaches moments, when even the righteous choose violence
From silence to siren a seismic environment
In life’s maze, maybe what’s left is the right way
I hate to blacken yo white day, but old heads sayin’