Tonart: G minor•
Verse 1
Abm
Hands up, officer don't shoot
Then pull your pants up,
Bm
promise you won't loot
C#m
G#m
We may never understand each other,
C#m
Bm
it's no use
Em
Bm
We ain't ever gonna grasp what
Verse 2
each other goes through
Bm
Black boy, black boy,
D
Bm
we ain't gonna lie to you
Black boy, black boy,
we don't like the sight of you
Gm
D
Pull up on the side of you
Bm
Window rolled down, 'profile'
Then we wonder why we
Bm
Probably comin' from the
dope house
We could let you slide but
D
your tail light is blew, out
Bb
Gm
We know you're
hidin' that Heidi Klum
Bm
On you another drug charge,
A
homie, it's back inside for you
D
Bm
And just in case a chase might
ensue, we got that tried and true
Pistol drew right at you, we'd
D
be delighted to unload it
In your back, then walk up and lay
Bm
that taser on the side of you
Fucked up, but what the fuck am I to do?
A
D
I keep tellin' myself,
Bm
keep doin' like you're doin'
No matter how many lives you ruin
It's for the red, white and blue
Cm
Time to go find a new one and
Gm
split his head right in two
Bm
No one's ever indicted you
Verse 3
Why? 'Cause you're a
Bm
D
White boy, white boy,
My momma talkin' to me, tryna
tell me how to live
White boy, white boy, in your cop car
Em
But I don't listen to her, 'cause my
Bm
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
Verse 4
I'm a big rockstar
Bm
Gm
Black boy, black boy,
D
Bm
we don't get your culture and
We don't care what our government's
done to fuck you over, man
D
Don't tell us your attitude's a res
Balderdash, where'd you get the chip
on your shoulder at?
D
Why you kicking that soda can?
Bm
Pull your pants up, we 'bout
to roll up and
Throw your ass in the van cuffed
Bb
Gm
You don't have to know our plans
Cm
or what our intentions are
Bm
Our cards are close to our chest,
D
you better show your hands
Bm
And put our minds more at ease
Or get shot in the thyroid,
comply or die, boy
Gm
D
We're fightin' a crime war,
Tryna clean up the streets from all
D
these minorities
'em pigsties for
They're like eyesores to police
Bm
Gm
you're just a piece of trash
Cm
Bm
Feels like we're stuck
in a time warp to me
Gm
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,
Eb
Gm
African-Americans have have been treated like shit
And I admit, there have been times where
Bm
it's been embarrassin' to be a
Verse 5
Bm
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
Em
But I don't listen to her,
Bm
'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
Verse 6
I'm a big rockstar
Bm
Gm
Seems like the average
lifespan of a white man
Cm
Is more than twice than a black life span
if it has a price scanner
I feel like checking out on life,
Cm
Gm
can't escape this circumstance
I'd rather hear 'em say "Die N-word"
Cm
than than Die Antwoord
Gm
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
Eb
Gm
We fight back with violence
but acts like that are
Black eyes on the movement
Which makes black lives madder
Eb
Gm
At cops and cops madder
That's why it's at a stalemate
And can't arrive at a
Cm
Gm
compromise so it's Black Ops
I wonder if we hire more black cops,
the crap stops
Eb
Gm
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
Cm
Sendin' white cops in the
Eb
Gm
Who ain't acclimated to 'em,
like that's the way to do it
Who seen some fuckin' videos of
rappers waving guns
Cm
Eb
Gm
And know nobody black so
Eb
Gm
they act afraid of us
And that's racism, the fear
that a black face gives 'em
Cm
A subconscious racist
Gm
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,
Eb
Gm
a levy breaks or fuzz
Why is it, they treat us like dryer lint?
Eb
We just want a safe environ
But can't escape the sirens
Don't take a scientist to see our
Cm
violent nature lies in
Gm
The poverty that we face so the
crime rate's the highest in
The lowest classes,
Eb
Cm
it's like a razor wire fence
Eb
Gm
And we're trapped in these racial biases
That plague our society which
Eb
makes our anxiety levels raise
Gm
Every time we see a devil's face
Lions, tigers, and bears, oh my
Eb
Gm
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
Eb
Gm
You peel each other's caps,
for silly stuff like hats"
Cm
Gm
Single mother strugglin'
through substance abuse
Cm
Gm
While people with nothin' to lose
shoot each other for shoes
Fuck your Republican views
Cm
Pull ourselves up by our bootstraps,
Gm
where the fuck are the boots?
And streets act as a narrator,
Eb
don't gotta read comics
Cm
Gm
Or be that into characters,
just to see that, just to be black
You better be strapped with a Derringer
Eb
Or be "capped in America"
'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
Eb
Gm
So we don't need all you crooked police
Eb
Cm
Gm
officers' peace offerings
Just keep marchin',
Eb
Gm
'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
Eb
Cm
So they call it a Kae pernick tantrum
Gm
If you don't stand for the national anthem
We raise it, you better praise it
Eb
Or you'll be made to feel like a traitor,
we'll
Gm
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
Eb
was based on United States ideals
Cm
Gm
That had its Natives killed
Got you singin' this star-spangled spiel
spiel
To a piece of cloth that represents the "Land
of the Free" that made people slaves to build
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