3 Shots

Farooq Al-Said

I gotta remember how I did it out there
For it to sound right, in here

Come in here like

I be saying dear, God
You see a white man with antlers
I see black kings and chancellors
Regan shitting in pampers
The air giving us cancer
If you ask what it means to be black
Can you Google the answers
Whats it mean that they they kill you in your dreams
And your favourite form of media lowers your self esteem
I mean
All around the world, little black kids dying
And for a small fe? Man will pop that iron
Little bit of change, you can get rich or die trying
You gon do what to who? Stop lying
My nigga, this is dedication
This is anti-Immigration
I mean, that's what 45's saying
In this dreaded nation
Judge Dredd giving dread niggas incarceration
They say its anti-semmitation
They say our skin comes with limitations
They want our rhythm but don't want our blues
You can't tell me shit, fuck you
3 shots to the back
How you justify that
How you lockin me up, just to supply crack
I got street credit, why the fuck a I need a wallet for
I got my own style, why the fuck I need to borrow yours
I still steal from the dollar store
I seen street fights turn to shoot outs
Niggas lost they pride, what they gon do now
You got exposed as bitch, can't throw a fist but
You can load a clip
Noise chatting waste man shoot in the air
Too bad the block don't guarantee funeral care
3 shots to the back
How you justify that
Take this badge off, lets see the suckers try and scrap
Ask us to do our part? What part nigga
Fuck your blue wall, when you gonna start snitching
Maybe cause my beard got thicker and so did my accent
I'll still wash niggas whenever the mac spit
Look around aint no pineapples and palm trees
This where young niggas grapple with the concrete
from Yonkers to Long Beach
They concubine is the contraband
The block is hot, but we aint caught a tan
We facing racial profile and diabetes
Kick us out the hood but, buy our cds
High cholesterol, criminal courts
Back taxes, and child support
I'm eating plants cause everything's pork
Wanna see me in jail? Better look at me through a fork
I heard this dude I know caught 2 bodies
He aint a killer so the shit was an accident probably
And he on Chemo
Which one is more lethal
I mean which one kills more people

Black folks been what to do since we brought here
Living between Public Enemy cross hares
Told vote or die, come out the crib and we all scared
Until Freddie Gray, Baltimore was his paul bearer
I work in a building where teachers afraid of the children
And blame them or their parents for where it is they living
Put my hand on my heart for the Dipset Anthem
And Django the White House like Candyland Mansion
Have a seat at the table, we got humble pie, you want a slice
Our cooks aint cannibals, won't be serving no blood of Christ
All these white tears, get your honour a cup of ice
Break him down to minimum wage, and let him know what the gutter like
Fuck your life what the fuck you like
You see we thugging right
You see we thugging, right
You see we thugging right

Brother beware of the evil they do
Cause it's gonna come for the people like you
Their arrogant nature will lead to their doom
No matter where they live
Their evil ensues

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