Lyrics

Instrumental Produced by S1

VERSE1:
Yo…Welcome to America, when they go tell me
Cause every time I turn the TV on, the one shot dead looking just like me
Some yall call it race baiting, I just call a spade a spade
White cop and a Black man meet, before they part that Black man dead
I’m feeling like I’m getting choked out, six shots a couple to the head
I’m feeling like that bag of skittles or Sean Bell on his wedding day (huh)
I done heard it all before, already know what you gonna say
It happens to other races too. I must wanna incite rage
See I’ve heard your examples, they tragic but not the same
Let me and my homeboys let 50 shots off in an unarmed man
Now that man dead, you trying to tell me we go walk free?
With all these shot witnesses and a dead man on the street?
Or better yet, bring your bag of skittles, and try drive through my neighborhood
To me you look suspicious, no white teens live in this neck of the woods
So of course I follow you, we get into altercation
All that’s left is a dead boy, and a grown man sitting right here waiting
On the police to come tell me, boy gone on home
What you ain even go take me in, I get to walk free with no charges on me?
If it wasn’t for them race baiters, dem folks woulda left me lone
It’s OK to kill a Black boy, long as I leave they women alone

You see, as long as we ignore the facts as long as we pretend there is nothing goining on. As long as we try to downplay what happening…we not go see progress…we not go see change


VERSE2:
Lets say I shoot you six times, put a couple in your head
Leave your body in the streets four hours, see if anybody cares
Oh I’ll raise my hands, let everybody know I did it
They’ll raise 400 grand, just a fund raiser to see me get acquitted
I’ll plead not-guilty, no witnesses and I’m still going jail (huh)
Everybody know you did it, how they still tryna post your bail
You trying to tell me, without Al Sharpton I’d never got they message
Without Jessie Jackson racially I’d see no need to stress it
Got locked up for a petty crime, don’t know when I’m go get released
You really think I need a TV, to make scared to call police?
I done had guns to my head, put there by the boys wearing black and blue
Pulling me all up out my car, trying to beat me down till I was black and blue
Oh, what was I doing? Yeah, trying to drive myself back to college.
All those years I spent up at Clemson, funny how in one day I got much more knowledge.
I shoulda been anotha Black boy dead but God stepped in and stopped that problem
So, I thank God for Inez, I thank God for a praying momma
Yeah, I think we gotta take a moment to uhh pray for our young men. They’re facing things that they don’t understand why they are facing it. Prayer, by covering them in prayer we protect them. And I believe together, my family, my Christian family…we could put an end to this.


VERSE 3:
Boy, how times have changed, aint that the truth?
But they still talking hang Tim and that was just 2002
So America please forgive me, if I come across a little bit paranoid
Uh huh, yeah ya know it. Back back, I got them weapons on me
Shield of faith, my sword born in the word
I thank for loving me, even though I didn’t deserve
I thank God for loving me through those times that I didn’t feel welcome here
I thank God for blessing me with the gift to make myself clear
See I ain never been sell out, couldn’t care less about a fan base
I couldn’t care less about your comfort level, every time me and your hands shake
Now don’t get it twisted, I’m all about love and grace
Tired seeing my people go missing, every time the topic is race
My people ain Black, My whole family Christian.
So When you segregated on Sunday morning, I sure hope you pay attention
I pray fighting injustice, is something you go on and mention
If I can’t count on my family, this a fight I ain never winning
I pray fighting injustice, is something you go on and mention
Cause if I can’t count on my family, this a fight I ain never winning