“It's not uncommon to be chased around by the po
Tackled and shackled face down in the snow
Cause they sure you got a trey pound and some blow
Apology, no
Rather rude attitude if they find nothing and let you go
They see us as a black threat, criminals that ain't attack yet
But they the biggest clique in the city trying catch wreck
The only gang to walk through the gross lobbies
With armor and exposed shotties
They caught the most bodies
All I'm doing is serving the truth, you can observe it for proof
For years they been murdering youth
I don't see your purpose of coming in my crib, treat me worthless
Violating us with all illegal searches
Never peace, only beef you anticipate
Most of the shootouts in the street you initiate
We don't need your patrolling
If you gonna be hopping out beating us, leaving us swollen
Bleeding in our colon
Less of a guardian angel, more of an evil omen“
Now the poor Ku Klux man see that we all brothers
Not cause things the same but cause we lack the same color
And that's green, now that's mean
Can't burn his cross cause he can't afford the gasoline
Now if a Muslim woman strapped with a bomb on a bus
With the seconds running, give you the jitters
Just imagine an American-based Christian organization
Planning to poison water supplies to bring the second coming quicker
Nigga! They ain't living properly
Break 'em off a little democracy
Turn their whole culture to a mockery
Give 'em Coca-Cola for their property
Give 'em gum, give 'em guns, get 'em young, give 'em fun
But if they ain't givin' it up, then they ain't gettin' none
And don't give 'em all, naw man, just give 'em some
It's the paper, some of these cops must be Al-Qaeda, nigga, uh