Burn It Down
Yeah, twelve killing niggas every second
Got me stressin'
Riding 'round with illegal
Weapons for protection
We been begging, we been begging
We been begging fighting this oppression
Still getting neglected
Burn that shit down 'til it's melting
(Burn it down) burn that shit down 'til
They get the message (Burn it down)
Burn that shit down 'til they respect us
(Burn it down) burn that shit down
Momma pray for me
Even when you ain't sleeping
So scared to die, I don't sleep
I be up geekin'
Got smoke with the opps, plus the cops
Got me ridin' 'round with Glocks
Scrеaming "fuck polices"
Or policies, you know what I mean
And I mеan it
I ain't never seen racism, 'til I seen it
Niggas hanging from trees in 2020
I can't believe it 20
20 with that chopper, I bet I'ma hit 'em
What the fuck I'm 'posed
To tell my children?
Since we colored, we ain't got no privilege
Since we colored
We ain't really got no meaning (Fuck no)
Since we colored, they kill us for no reason
No, no, no, no, I ain't going for that
(I ain't going for that)
My ancestors been fighting for
Too long for that (Too long)
And this dick on that 40 is too long for that
(Swear it's too long) fuck 'em
Twelve took my breath away when I
Heard him say "I can't breathe"
(I can't breathe) kaepernick took a knee
But twelve took a life with their knees
Over 400 years niggas been
Protesting for peace
Even protesting peacefully
But get shot and get beaten
How long you think we 'gon
Keep going for that? (How long?)
How long you think we 'gon
Keep going through that? (How long?)
How long you think you 'gon
Keep doing us that? (How long?)
How long you thought it would
Take before we react?
We smarter than we ever been (Ever)
And we know how to shoot F&N's
Taking headshots, ain't no legs and limbs
Taking headshots, fuck the legs and limbs
I been ridin' round, feeling like a monster
Police tryna take me from my
Son and my daughters i ain't pussy
And thats the way I was brought up
Streets taught us
Never let 'em take nothin' from you
President got us twisted like a Backwood
Let me know if I'm tripping
Or is it that good
I ain't seen a cracker hanging
Yet in the backwoods i wish the KKK would
I swear to God it's gonna be a massacre
If I start snatching up white
Folk like I'm a wrestler
And make 'em come to my house, work
For me, and call me master
While they locked and shackled
And take 'em away from all
Their family and children
And now they try to run away from me
I whip 'em and if they go against me
I probably'll kill 'em
Would you respect me, or call me a killer?
Derez De'Shon