Album: Revival (2017)
Charted: 73 86
  • Hands up, officer don't shoot
    Then pull your pants up, promise you won't loot
    We may never understand each other, it's no use
    We ain't ever gonna grasp what each other goes through

    Black boy, black boy, we ain't gonna lie to you
    Black boy, black boy, we don't like the sight of you
    Pull up on the side of you
    Window rolled down, 'profile'
    Then we wonder why we see this side of you
    Probably comin' from the dope house
    We could let you slide but your tail light is blew, out
    We know you're hidin' that Heidi Klum
    On you another drug charge, homie, it's back inside for you
    And just in case a chase might ensue, we got that tried and true
    Pistol drew right at you, we'd be delighted to unload it
    In your back, then walk up and lay that taser on the side of you
    Fucked up, but what the fuck am I to do?
    I keep tellin' myself, keep doin' like you're doin'
    No matter how many lives you ruin
    It's for the red, white and blue
    Time to go find a new one and split his head right in two
    No one's ever indicted you
    Why? 'Cause you're a

    White boy, white boy, you're a rockstar
    My momma talkin' to me, tryna tell me how to live
    White boy, white boy, in your cop car
    But I don't listen to her, 'cause my head is like a sieve
    White boy, white boy, you're untouchable
    The world's coming to an end, I don't even care
    Nobody can tell me shit 'cause I'm a big rockstar

    Black boy, black boy, we don't get your culture and
    We don't care what our government's done to fuck you over, man
    Don't tell us your attitude's a result of that
    Balderdash, where'd you get the chip on your shoulder at?
    Why you kicking that soda can?
    Pull your pants up, we 'bout to roll up and
    Throw your ass in the van cuffed
    You don't have to know our plans or what our intentions are
    Our cards are close to our chest, you better show your hands
    And put our minds more at ease
    Or get shot in the thyroid, comply or die, boy
    We're fightin' a crime war, here come the swine
    Tryna clean up the streets from all these minorities
    That's what we call 'em pigsties for
    They're like eyesores to police
    Talked to like, you're just a piece of trash
    Feels like we're stuck in a time warp to me
    As I kick these facts and get these mixed reactions
    As this beat backspins, it's like we're drifting back in
    To the sixties, having black skin is risky
    'Cause this keeps happening
    Throughout history, African-Americans have been treated like shit
    And I admit, there have been times where it's been embarrassin' to be a

    White boy, white boy, you're a rockstar
    My momma talkin' to me, tryna tell me how to live
    White boy, white boy, in your cop car
    But I don't listen to her, 'cause my head is like a sieve
    White boy, white boy, you're untouchable
    The world's coming to an end, I don't even care
    Nobody can tell me shit 'cause I'm a big rockstar

    Seems like the average lifespan of a white man
    Is more than twice than a black life span
    I wonder sometimes if it has a price scanner
    I feel like checking out on life, can't escape this circumstance
    I'd rather hear 'em say "Die N-word" than Die Antwoord
    Ninja, now it's better disguised banter
    But that's life, strapped 'cause we're strapped financially
    And can't find answers
    We're applying, but McDonald's
    Seems to be the only franchise that'll hire
    So how can we have higher standards?
    As Dallas overshadows the battle for Black Lives Matter
    We fight back with violence but acts like that are
    Black eyes on the movement
    Which makes black lives madder
    At cops and cops madder
    That's why it's at a stalemate
    And can't arrive at a compromise so it's Black Ops
    I wonder if we hire more black cops, the crap stops
    The block is our backyards, officers, not the crack spot
    Call the attack dogs off of us, man
    You always act all pissed off at us at a traffic stop
    And bad cops fuck it up for the good cops, and man, stop
    Sendin' white cops in the black neighborhoods
    Who ain't acclimated to 'em, like that's the way to do it
    Who seen some fuckin' videos of rappers waving guns
    And know nobody black so they act afraid of us
    And that's racism, the fear that a black face gives 'em
    A subconscious racist
    Wait, why are there black neighborhoods?
    'Cause America segregated us, designated us to an area
    Separated us, Section-Eight'd us
    When we tear it up's the only time attention's paid to us
    And education sucks, and every day's another
    Freddie Gray for us, a levy breaks or fuzz
    Why is it, they treat us like dryer lint?
    We just want a safe environment for our kids
    But can't escape the sirens
    Don't take a scientist to see our violent nature lies in
    The poverty that we face so the crime rate's the highest in
    The lowest classes, it's like a razor wire fence
    And we're trapped in these racial biases
    That plague our society which makes our anxiety levels raise
    Every time we see a devil's face
    Lions, tigers, and bears, oh my
    It's more like billy clubs and gats
    And we really love it when you think we're guilty 'cause we're black
    "But you kill each other, facts
    You peel each other's caps, for silly stuff like hats"
    Single mother strugglin' through substance abuse
    While people with nothin' to lose shoot each other for shoes
    Fuck your Republican views
    Pull ourselves up by our bootstraps, where the fuck are the boots?
    And streets act as a narrator, don't gotta read comics
    Or be that into characters, just to see that, just to be black
    You better be strapped with a Derringer
    Or be "capped in America" like Steve Rogers
    'Cause no one oversees these cops and
    All we see is 'em beat charges
    We done seen 'em beat Rodney King unconscious, and got off
    So we don't need all you crooked police officers' peace offerings
    Just keep marchin', 'til we reach Congress
    But they're gonna say you're tryin' to take an irrational stance
    If you try to slander the flag but
    Somebody has to be the sacrificial lamb
    So they call it a Kaepernick tantrum
    If you don't stand for the national anthem
    We raise it, you better praise it
    Or you'll be made to feel like a traitor, we'll
    Treat you like Rodney Dangerfield
    Home of the brave is still racist 'ville
    So this whole nation feels like a plantation field
    In a country that claims that its foundation was based on United States ideals
    That had its Natives killed
    Got you singin' this star-spangled spiel
    To a piece of cloth that represents the "Land of the Free" that made people slaves to build Writer/s: Marshall Mathers, Emile Haynie, Mark Batson, Denaun Porter, Tommy Chong, Gay Delorme, Richard Marin, Duval Clear, Andre Brown, Tyrone Kelsie, Eric McIntosh
    Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group
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