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New yo gotti dj e feezrly9/1/2023 ![]() ![]() Time to take a stand and save our future ( Maybach Music) Like we all got shot, we all got shot Throwing up our hands don't let them shoot us 'Cause we all we got, we all we got God ain't put us on the Earth to get murdered, it's murder God ain't put us on the Earth to get murdered, it's murder Don't point your weapons at me Tired of the okie-dokie, lying you Pinocchio Driving while black, tell me, where am I supposed to go? Gun shots hit the car, now I got the holy ghost If excessive force was a drug, then they overdosed Got us tryna protest, it's a slow process Heard it's a lotta rotten eggs in the crow's nest People praying on they feet, police holding on they heat Turned on the news and seen a tank rolling down the street Yeah, I seen a lot of ice water tossed and I know it's for a cause My only question is, what we doing for the loss Of Mike Brown? 'Cause right now, I challenge you to use your talents to Speak up, and don't you ever let 'em silence you 'Cause action speaks louder than words, that's what I heard Shot down with his hands up, that's what occurred Man that sound absurd Matter fact to me that sound like murder We want justice Seen the pictures, feel the pain, scandalous how they murder son Tired of them killing us, I'm on my way to Ferguson Talked to TIP, I talked to Diddy, them my brothers walking with me Mothers crying "Stop the riots", we ain't got to chalk the city I seen Cole out there, felt I should go out there They left that boy for hours in the cold out there They killin' teens, they killin' dreams ( It's murder) Yo, come on we gotta stick together, we all we got Police taking shots and I ain't talkin' 'bout Ciroc I'm talking 'bout Emmett Till, I'm talking 'bout Ezell Ford I'm talking 'bout Sean Bell, they never go to jail for Trayvon over Skittles, Mike Brown Cigarillos History keeps repeating itself, like a Biggie instrumental America's a glass house and my revenge is mental Rather use my brain than throw a cocktail through a window I got the keys to the city still we left in the cold Hands in the sky, still was left in the road Ribbon in the sky, Michael Brown, another soul Stole by the system, black men we pay the toll The price is your life, Uncle Sam want a slice Black dress code now we looting in the night Now we throwing Molotovs in this holocaust And I know they hate to hear me screaming, "I'm a Boss!" ![]()
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