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pizon - handcuffs lyrics

[verse 1: pizon]
watch how i shine homie, with the nine on me
above the law, no cameras in my ride homie
yeah, ferguson rap flow
murders in daylight, paid right servicemen that know
we untouchable, we might touch a few kids
ribs, duck a few bids
and why not? this is how we live in the hot spot
i got a suburban crib and it’s not locked (aha ha)
top notch ribs in the crockpot
no time for cooking, looking for the robber i mean the rasta
i mean any dude with dark skin’ll do, i ain’t kidding you
lock him three years minimal five max, then i climax in my swimming pool (uhhhh)
i ain’t a criminal + i work for a living, you leechin’ off the system fool
drug test ’em all, drug test ’em all
that’s right, i know what’s best for y’all
simple and plain if you ain’t rich; you’re lazy
hashtag i’m just sayin’ huh
i’m a professional
now tell me which thug next to fall, huh

[verse 2: timid]
home of the free, home of the brave
home of back trees, and home of the slaves
yes sir, no sir, screw you, i have rights
respectful or ignorant, it doesn’t matter they still might
put a knee in my back for walking while being black
or talking back, even truth, law, and facts
it’s a catch 22, might not make it to 22
there’s 22 of them they want to give me 22
years but what did i do? fit a description
foot the bill for budgets in a broken system
officer please just put the gun down
my hands are up and see my head is bowed
are you really just going to blow my brains out
in public in front of that child and this large crowd
i’m not resisting, please that’s just anatomy
bones don’t bend that way so why are you mad at me?
i have no weapons, and you have not been threatened
i was on my way to school but now i’ve missed my lesson
this is the third time this week, look across the street
my man’s also getting harassed as we speak (somebody help me!)
why is it that freedom doesn’t apply to me?
isn’t a land of civil liberties what we strive to be?
i’m tired of being on my knees, i’ve twice said please
and even with video evidence you still don’t believe
you call me defiant because i’m not reliant
on officer friendly, it’s because we all know he’s lying (we know!)
you assume i’m living off the system, getting assistance
and benefits that are unfairly given, ok listen
i’ve got one question to ask since i’m getting a pass
and racism and discrimination is a thing of the past
and what that cop did wasn’t an unprovoked attack
if given the chance, would you like to be black?

[outro: walter kelly]
at the sound of the recess bell
black boy bobbed and weaved his way through the halls
racing to the playground to play cops and robbers
the four+foot cop tried to catch black boy and place him in the jailhouse behind the swing set
but black boy dipped and dodged his way through the jungle gym
black boy loves this schoolhouse game
but it’s not after long till black boy realizes that being a black boy in america
is a lot like the game of cops and robbers
society the robbers, robbing black boy of his childhood innocence
like cops they cuff his hands into negative stereotypes
imprison him within the confines of suspicion
and sentence black boy to a lifetime of being perceived as threatening
why is black boy perceived as threatening?
the melanin in his skin labeled menacing
black boy is pulled over for driving while black
he is stopped and frisked for walking while black
he is pinned down to the ground for breathing while black
black boy is stopped and followed for shopping while black

- pizon lyrics

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