[Hook]
Police enforcement, racial fever
When they scarred my wrist it got deeper
From the Windrush plot it got peaker
When they shot Ahmaud it got realer
Then it brought back visions of Eric
Like, look at that cop and where his knees are
If you burn that house to the ground
I'mma fan that flame ’til they can't breathe either
[Verse]
I seen my dealer, to the left of me there with a teacher
To the right of me there with a wise man
And we all fight for the same reason
Talk of conscience, I've got a conscience but
Look at that cunt and what his knee done
I heard that he went round town with a make
Whites great again cap on in the evening
I know that my grandma’s reeling
From wherever she's watching this
I know that my dead friend's screaming
Tryna tell me had to stop this shit
Give me back my freedoms
These shackles where the locks don't fit
Eh, give me back my peoples
Or I'm coming with rocks and sticks
And they' comin' with shotties and AK's
And we comin’ with fingers that twitch
From a lifetime on the defensive
From some disgusting evil pigs
My nigga just came out the jailhouse
For one crime that he never even did
My next bro got locked ’cause of cocaine
Like they didn't put the cocaine on his strip
And then you got man like OJ
Who don’t even wan' rep the ting
You corrupted the mind of our idols
And distructed the lives of our kids
And they don't wanna see us in Parliament
And they don't wanna see us in flicks
And they don’t wanna see us in public
And their whole body weight on our ribs
And we scream but they just keep leaning
And we plea but the glove don't lift
And we beg and we cry and we suffer
And somehow, the grudge don't shift
And it gets to the point of your lifetime
Where you clock that you've got ONE to live
So you grab suttin' heavy to the right of you
Oh, look what it is it's a stick
And you run down the road to the protest
With so much hate you could trip
And you spray it at the nearest police
Like Liam Neeson but switched
And the cops come now they got a reason
And you're locked up now you're a myth
Oh, now you're a crazy black man
Like you ain't been tortured from a kid
Like, you ain't been tortured from a embryo
Like you ain't been tortured from a cell
Like, you ain't had the fear of a cell in your mind
As a young black man that does well
Let alone a black man with some issues
Let alone a black man that fail
Meanwhile you got Andrew and dem man
Doing what they're doing never went jail
Police enforcement, racial fever
When they scarred my wrist it got deeper
From the Windrush plot it got peaker
When they shot Ahmaud it got realer
Then it brought back visions of Eric
Like, look at that cop and where his knees are
If you burn that house to the ground
I'mma fan that flame ’til they can't breathe either
[Verse]
I seen my dealer, to the left of me there with a teacher
To the right of me there with a wise man
And we all fight for the same reason
Talk of conscience, I've got a conscience but
Look at that cunt and what his knee done
I heard that he went round town with a make
Whites great again cap on in the evening
I know that my grandma’s reeling
From wherever she's watching this
I know that my dead friend's screaming
Tryna tell me had to stop this shit
Give me back my freedoms
These shackles where the locks don't fit
Eh, give me back my peoples
Or I'm coming with rocks and sticks
And they' comin' with shotties and AK's
And we comin’ with fingers that twitch
From a lifetime on the defensive
From some disgusting evil pigs
My nigga just came out the jailhouse
For one crime that he never even did
My next bro got locked ’cause of cocaine
Like they didn't put the cocaine on his strip
And then you got man like OJ
Who don’t even wan' rep the ting
You corrupted the mind of our idols
And distructed the lives of our kids
And they don't wanna see us in Parliament
And they don't wanna see us in flicks
And they don’t wanna see us in public
And their whole body weight on our ribs
And we scream but they just keep leaning
And we plea but the glove don't lift
And we beg and we cry and we suffer
And somehow, the grudge don't shift
And it gets to the point of your lifetime
Where you clock that you've got ONE to live
So you grab suttin' heavy to the right of you
Oh, look what it is it's a stick
And you run down the road to the protest
With so much hate you could trip
And you spray it at the nearest police
Like Liam Neeson but switched
And the cops come now they got a reason
And you're locked up now you're a myth
Oh, now you're a crazy black man
Like you ain't been tortured from a kid
Like, you ain't been tortured from a embryo
Like you ain't been tortured from a cell
Like, you ain't had the fear of a cell in your mind
As a young black man that does well
Let alone a black man with some issues
Let alone a black man that fail
Meanwhile you got Andrew and dem man
Doing what they're doing never went jail
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