Tekst piosenki
[Shyheim]
The precinct is crooked, my man got grabbed up
Had cracks on him worth about a bullet
They just took it, asked him a few questions like, „Where’s the guns?”
They tried to g him to tell them where was Un
How they come?
Ten deep in a red fifteen passenger
Guns out when they jumped out, pointed at us
Here comes, what they call a procedure
Slamming us against a gate, cuffing us before they beat us
[Channel Live]
It’s like they can’t trust us, they wanna bust us
And crush us, they sayin f’ us, there’s no peace, no just-us
They claim to protect us, they serve and they wreck us
Never respect us, arrest us and always stress us
To see the Devil die is my purpose of to live up
Self-determinance is the must, I practice kujichagulia
Yo, free your mind and yo *bitch* is sure to follow
And free will come to lock it down, look out for tips thats hollow
[Wise Intelligent (of Poor Righteous Teachers)]
It’s P.I.T. soprano
Mix it down, dedicated to Steve Feliciano
Directed at that steam and gouge Danno
F’ the five-oh pronto, cause I know
Firsthand, Detective White and burst lead
Never did but might have to do it
Lies twenty-five, hollow shots in a pro-active unit
Exit 7A, NJ, stop the BS movement, that’s how we do it
Mobilize the people, conscious *niggas* get to it
[Hook: Mos Def (of Black Star)]
My people unite and let’s all get down
We got to have one love, peace and understanding
One God, one love, one life
One aim, one voice, one fight
[Hook 2: Mos Def]
My people unite, hop up and do a right
We got to have one love, peace and understanding
One God, one love, one life
One aim, one voice, one fight
My people unite, hop up and do a right (echoes)
Keep it tight y’all, do it right y’all
[Cappadonna]
Yo, forget police brutality, I work for a salary
And did time for a crime I didn’t commit
They tried to beat me in my head, make a brother submit
Hit me in the face with sticks, locking me down for being around
I still remember, never surrendering to the beast
The man, peace for Diallo
My reality is to fight back police brutality
[Crunch Lo (of Othorized F.A.M.)]
Mr. officer got me trapped in a dark corridor
Long hallway, they in love with the gunplay
Swing night sticks, run thicker than Bloods and Crips
Harass mad cats and it don’t make sense
Roll around in dark tints, feen to match finger prints
Search me down everyday and you still ain’t content
[Rock (of Heltah Skeltah)]
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Calm your nerves down, bop your heads too high
Let ’em know Rock, stop wondering why you keep getting knocked
Cause you a part time dealer, probably a part time pops
Part time killer, but them dudes is full time cops
Pick a hustle stupid, you half *ass* black acts
Stack, use your head for than a hat rack, jack*ass*
Start running your life instead of running the streets
Running your mouth, oh yeah, stop running from peace
[Hook x4]
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