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Shoot Back 2 (Dear Officer)
(I see my sister fighting and then I see them both on the ground and I'm trying to get my sister and then one officer came and then he picked me up and then he slammed me slam on the ground)
I tell 'em you ain't gotta heartbeat or a soul but I'm gonna murder ya Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa- you a robocop I'ma show a circuit ya Beat the hood dirty I'ma do you dirtier I'm standing over the face of a cop with a gat end of the story I'ma take y'all back 20 hours earlier
This what heads off the nonsense A cop walks in to break up a simple fight to anybody stab a teenage Girl unconscious They don't see human beings they see monsters Police are getting to brainwash them the facts news brainwash them And when the empire puts tips in your brain forget it mate Shit you say niggas can't stop 'em They murder us crazy in the head compassion for none They don't look at you and see a man they see some an alien stare That's why I'm asking to the police what kind of beast Do you have to become to kill have of us for fun Would you have shot Kamir in that was your son You pulled us over we got to bling Capitol One Go back where your from I'm strap with the drum I'm at if you cap you be crapped in the lung You trashed in the slum feeling like you didn't want it to stop it crack in the back if you run You left out of college Parents can't believe that police did your deed in death Mc The upper class they ain't in trance cuz even if they ask in laws They might never believe it Under hypnoses the empire hit 'em with their memory wipers So they don't remember they liked us If they don't see us asking revenge they don't give a fuck if Our enemies stipe us
I've told 'em you ain't gotta heartbeat or a soul but I'm gonna murder ya Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa- you a robocop I'ma show a circuit ya You did the hood dirty I'ma do you dirtier Standing over the face of a cop with a gat with only one shot end of the story Just like I said earlier
(The observer takes many forms the observer collects human data Suffering is ageless oppression is timeless lets go back the year in 1932 the place Indiana)
I got nowhere to go (I got nowhere to go) Cuz they kicked in my door (Cuz they kicked in my door) Then they killed all my folks (Then they killed all my folks) And they took all my hope (And they took all my hope) I'm on the train tracks (Train tracks) I'm on the train tracks (I'm on the train tracks) I ain't coming round here again (Coming round here again) Till I get my selfs pay back (Get my selfs pay back)
He slept all night at the railroad tracks with no nav stack His own vat was his death He just kicked back relaxed in his head with an old back pack Dreaming about leaving town and never go back But this is no ham fact This is the fray grade hurts breaks grinds then you squeaking Woke him up climbed to his feat He started running alongside the train timing his leap But don't fear when tears dry to his feat cuz he was crying in his sleep His heart beat fast he's skipping town with everything he has Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com His clothes his life and his past got a nightmare in past See it was April 19th the night he saw knights crossed in a white sheep Eight men came in by the sound they just wanted to get some nights sleep They slaughtered them like sheep Before they cut his mother to the white meat He told her her younger son to run and hopped out the window and hit the side street Look back the corner and see the father's body doorman Hanging like a ornament on a pine tree Why me death came riding on horses survivors the forces of course have Survivors remorses That night the source that changed the course of his life They mored him into the life of an orphan Before that shit was perfect now he's raising himself on the streets Doing our job on a different circuit He's shining white mens shoes They call him niggar while the kid is working But he's plotting revenge so this shit is worth it He put himself through college with that polish His past he was demolished it with knowledge But he promised to avenge the death of his mama and father So he hit his murderers in dead with the sunna of a scholar Some white men really befriended But others he simply pretended his memories trigger resentment Memories of the misery he mentally lived with Misery you figure his success would instantly end it No cuz one day he walked to the coffee shop Waiting for a cup of Jo longer than he ever waited He's at the back door cuz immigration was regulated The owner know he was educated but the law was segregated He sitting there thinking damn you think getting coffee is a hurdle Then he heard that made his blood hurdle The same voice from that forsaken night The same voice that told his mama I'm about to take your life The voice that told his mum this is my favorite knife Then pushed it in her gut and told her say goodnight The thirst for revenge became to hard to stop Knew he wouldn't get no justice if he called the cop Ran inside with an old pistol his father bought People shout like who let this niggar in this coffee shop The voice of the killer was heard loudly I'll kick this niggar out right now and do it proudly That's when the black man pulled his gun he threw it wildly The crowd jump pointed it at the killer told him I'll be damned if I let you get away with what you did I've been waiting to kill you with my father's gun since I was a kid One two three shots four five six The men now a dead he didn't know it would go like this None of this is planned one minute he's ordering some coffee Next minute the gun is in his hand The life of the person that murdered his mother in his hand So he took it and then looked at his daddies gun tucked it in his hand said (I remember the people coming in white people coming into our house with torches setting the curtains on fire)
I got nowhere to go (I got nowhere to go) Cuz they kicked in my door (Cuz they kicked in my door) Then they killed all my folks (Then they killed all my folks) And they took all my hope (And they took all my hope) I'm on the train tracks (Train tracks) I'm on the train tracks (I'm on the train tracks) I ain't coming round here again (Coming round here again) Till I get my selfs pay back (Get my selfs pay back)
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