Pulled Pork Bob Vylan (Ft. Jason Aalon Butler)

[Intro: Bob Vylan, Jason Aalon Butler]
I'll be damned if they treat me like some motherfucking dog in the street
Yo, speak on it man, let them know how we feel
Black.. is beautiful
And we some pretty motherfuckers (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Bob Vylan, Jason Aalon Butler]
What's wrong with a little bit of weed?
And if the whole fucking block decides to get it from me (From me)
You ain't giving no help or handouts
Too black and handsome, with dreads so I stand out
Bobby got the cannon don't make me back a man down
(Man down, man down. Officer, stand down. Man down!)
Officer, officer, get up off of us, no need for your cuffs
Just go about your day, the fucking block belongs to us
The fucking block belongs to us (I gotta get it how I live)

[Chorus: Bob Vylan]
Save a life and skin a pig
I gotta get it how I can
I got a master fucking plan

[Verse 2: Jason Aalon Butler]
So imma get it while I can cause I gotta
You can have both hands in the air and still shot up
I come from a place where we die by 25
They like 'how do you feel?' I'm just happy to be alive
That's why I'm getting it, that's what I'm getting it
Not only flirting with death, I'm fucking (tapped?) in it
But they don't know, they don't know, they don't know me
The blackest, the beautiful, darkest and free