"It's another black man, died at the white hand of justice
To tell the truth, man, I'm f***in' disgusted
I fear for the lives, for my sisters, my brothers
Less fortunate than I, let's formulate a plan
I'm sick of holdin' grudges, I'm loadin' in all my slugs and
Aimin' it at the judges, f*** the cops
F*** the system and the government, you f***ers not
Protectin' and servin'
You more like damagin' and hurtin'
And letting off shots 'til you motherfuckers certain
He ain't breathin', you made it clear
"Fuck your breath, nigga," don't even deserve air
Don't even deserve s***, don't even deserve nothin'
If black lives really mattered, you niggas would do somethin'
Instead we mean nothin', in fact, we being hunted
They don't want us in abundance
They know it's strength in them numbers
That's why they gave you one
The time is comin', no discussion
If you ain't got a gun, then you better start runnin'"
and they trying to censor the boy music smh
fax
Album didn’t get enough praise.
Time for conscience rap to be respected on a mainstream level again.
The trap era has clearly peaked and doesn’t need to be the face of Hip Hop right now. People dying in the streets, they need something that’s gonna uplift and educate them.
People would rather focus on the looting and riots and not the fact a black man who was guilty of forging a $20 check for his neck knelt on by an officer who had multiple complaints while 3 other cops watched idle and the FBI still needs to go over the “evidence” to see if it was within the officers rights to kill George Floyd.
If you can sit here and tell me the law enforcement system isn’t f***ed, you’re either white or delusional (or both.)
Milo
Today they shook me down to my core
It's n killer galore out there
The truth is a golden rectangle I tried to swallow
Look at the mouth tears, my n
I'm really out there
All five fifths of my personage
What kind of burden could be worse than this?
How can I carry all these dead people of color?
All these black and brown and yellow bodies
Darrien Hunt cosplaying was killed for his hobbies
And I love Mugen too
And that's the thing
I love Mugen too
They gave us Mavis Beacon and slavish deacons
Who predicate upon
Who pontificate upon
Who conversate upon
But never hand-grenade a palm
They find refuge muttering
"The patriarchy is on auto-pilot"