Yeah, red alert
Red alert
Red alert
Go get to walking
Red alert
Red alert
Black woman mistreated, white man says I don't believe it
His wife say she's conceited, she should be proud she's still breathing
A lil' pat on the back, she's well trained, never leash it
But while she ain't in the house, Jemima cooking and feeding
Black man caught dead
Red hand plant by the 'feds
One time call it a deuce
The quota filled, that's his head
I'd rather cop me a coupe
Surprise myself with a Benz
But it's still terribly true
I might get shot in the head
By wicked 'feds in them streets
Don't police people just me
Well this lil' nigga got mirrors, I wipe me down to the sheets
I read my worth from DuBois
He said the choice is in me
Believe the president's voice, or put my trust in the people
See revolutions work
Because we don't rely on niggas saying they'll never f*cking do it
To help us all get through it
What Albert say shooting for 7 with 9 dice
Looking for new conclusions is insanity
I never consume it
My black hand is my standard, I just imagine the practical
What if every human life didn't have to side on a famine
Or keeping lights in the house
That set of morals is backwards
Why do these economic powers hate equality's standards
Why do I feel so policed
Feel like the pen inside me
I use this pen for the ink
Whitey use Aphrodite
Egypt lost noses and golden's
I don't ignore the timing
Pressing emotions is hopeless
You f*ck with mine you dying
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Yeah, red alert
Red alert
Red alert
Go get to walking
Red alert
Red alert
Black woman mistreated, white man says I don't believe it
His wife say she's conceited, she should be proud she's still breathing
A lil' pat on the back, she's well trained, never leash it
But while she ain't in the house, Jemima cooking and feeding
Black man caught dead
Red hand plant by the 'feds
One time call it a deuce
The quota filled, that's his head
I'd rather cop me a coupe
Surprise myself with a Benz
But it's still terribly true
I might get shot in the head
By wicked 'feds in them streets
Don't police people just me
Well this lil' nigga got mirrors, I wipe me down to the sheets
I read my worth from DuBois
He said the choice is in me
Believe the president's voice, or put my trust in the people
See revolutions work
Because we don't rely on niggas saying they'll never f*cking do it
To help us all get through it
What Albert say shooting for 7 with 9 dice
Looking for new conclusions is insanity
I never consume it
My black hand is my standard, I just imagine the practical
What if every human life didn't have to side on a famine
Or keeping lights in the house
That set of morals is backwards
Why do these economic powers hate equality's standards
Why do I feel so policed
Feel like the pen inside me
I use this pen for the ink
Whitey use Aphrodite
Egypt lost noses and golden's
I don't ignore the timing
Pressing emotions is hopeless
You f*ck with mine you dying
Red alert
Red alert
Go get to walking
Red alert
Red alert
Black woman mistreated, white man says I don't believe it
His wife say she's conceited, she should be proud she's still breathing
A lil' pat on the back, she's well trained, never leash it
But while she ain't in the house, Jemima cooking and feeding
Black man caught dead
Red hand plant by the 'feds
One time call it a deuce
The quota filled, that's his head
I'd rather cop me a coupe
Surprise myself with a Benz
But it's still terribly true
I might get shot in the head
By wicked 'feds in them streets
Don't police people just me
Well this lil' nigga got mirrors, I wipe me down to the sheets
I read my worth from DuBois
He said the choice is in me
Believe the president's voice, or put my trust in the people
See revolutions work
Because we don't rely on niggas saying they'll never f*cking do it
To help us all get through it
What Albert say shooting for 7 with 9 dice
Looking for new conclusions is insanity
I never consume it
My black hand is my standard, I just imagine the practical
What if every human life didn't have to side on a famine
Or keeping lights in the house
That set of morals is backwards
Why do these economic powers hate equality's standards
Why do I feel so policed
Feel like the pen inside me
I use this pen for the ink
Whitey use Aphrodite
Egypt lost noses and golden's
I don't ignore the timing
Pressing emotions is hopeless
You f*ck with mine you dying
Writer: Karim Williams
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