I was told to not feel bad cause my skin was white
Told to keep out of the mud and the muck cause it ain't my fight
But something about it ain't feel right
I ain't worried about red and blue lights
When I see him it's a tough fine
But I never thought about losing life
I'll never understand, but I'll stand by
All of my brothas when it's go time
When it's go time

This ain't never ever gonna be the same
And if you thought about it going comfortably
It's unfortunate it's gotta be this way
I'm prayin for the people, hope for better days
You my fam and color never have a say
From the East to the Bay
There's some problems we been hiding away
Problems been hiding away
Been hiding away

This is America
Local hysteria, burners and carriers
Feeders that bury ya
It don't take much to catch six to your area
Half of these pigs is the carrier
Half of my side turn the blind eye
Matter of fact, they ain't even play the nice guy
Taught by the home, and the past time
Fuckas burn a cross on the inside
I ain't saying that you hate it
But why's it always vacant when a brotha make it?
Unless it's uncle Tom, you fuckas get to shaken
Like every penny in yo pocket get taken

Streets like chains, and the color the boat
When he told to grip smoke, "make a living hoe"
Even if you gotta ride, on my guys, fuckas gonna die when it's summertime
We ain't giving two shits for supplies

''All lives matter'', except a couple ones
I ain't thinkin that the violence gonna solve none
They just gonna keep fuelin till it's all gone
Then it's back to same fuckin outcome
How many times we gonna sing the same song?
What's gonna happen if we all get along?
Nobody feel safe when the cops come around
When the cops come around