Tonart: A minor
Verse 1
Am
No justice, no peace
Dm
Am
It's us against police
Dm
Every time I turn around they shoot another brother down in these cold,
cold streets
Am
Shit, I can't even go where I wanna go
Verse 2
Dm
Am
Cause I might not even make it
to the corner store
Dm
Am
Dm
Maybe we all gone get shot,
G
I don't even know no mo'
Dm
Am
Dm
it seems like they don't get to grow no mo'
Am
And every time I see them cruising
Dm
Am
in the hood 'bout to murder somebody
Dm
That's what they doing in the hood
G
Dm
Am
Then they wonder why I'm strapped
when I'm in there
Dm
The people protesting has proved
Dsus4
Dm
F
the crooked done been there
Then they wonder why we like "fuck
G
Dm
Dsus4
Dm
the law"
F
G
Am
We ain't calling ya'll for shit cause we
Dm
don't fuck with ya'll
F
Mr. Officer, crooked officer
E
Em
Am
It ain't enough for ya'll to
keep all of us off of ya'll
Verse 3
Dm
No justice, no peace
F
E
Am
Em
Edim
Em
It's us against police
Am
Dm
Am
Every time I turn around they shoot another
Dm
Am
brother down in these cold, cold streets
Dm
No justice, no peace
G
Dm
Am
It's us against police
Verse 4
Dm
Am
I promise I don't want to die
To me
Am
Oh, I'm
Verse 5
Dm
Am
Dm
Am
tired of holding my hands up
Dm
Fuck that, they want me to sit down,
C
but fuck that, I'm a stand up
Dm
Am
Dm
Am
Dm
Black men, Black women the time is now,
Am
come on everybody let's man up
Dm
Dsus4
Dm
Put our differences beside because
F
we understand each other
G
Dm
Dsus4
They don't understand us
F
G
Am
Am I next to get shot for selling CD's in
Dm
F
Em
front of my favorite neighborhood store
Am
Dm
F
I'm not a rival gang, we
E
Em
getting shot at by cops
Am
It ain't safe in the neighborhood no mo'
Dm
F
Em
You just told me to reach for my wallet
Am
So I reached for my wallet,
now I'm dead
Dm
We ain't going to the J. Edgar
F
Hoover building
E
Motherfucka' but we finna go fed
Am
Edim
Em
Dm
They kill us for sport,
just like they hunting
Am
Fuck, it feel like black life
ain't nothing
Am
Swear to God I'm so sick of this shit, I'm
E
B
a protect me and my people
Dm
Am
You must be a fool if you
Dm
F
Em
Am
think I ain't dumping
G
Am
Dm
Mr Officer, crooked officer,
F
Am
E
Am
Dm
Am
they in Dallas trying to blow the badges off of ya
Verse 6
Dm
F
Em
Am
No justice, no peace
Dm
F
It's us against police
E
Am
Every time I turn around they shoot another brother
Dm
F
E
Am
down in these cold, cold streets
Dm
No justice, no peace
F
E
Em
It's us against police
Verse 7
Am
Em
Am
I'd
Am
be damn if I don't ride, I promise
A
Am
Dm
F
Dm
I don't want to die
A
Am
A
To me
Outro 1
Am
Am
Am
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