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spades saratoga - martin or malcolm freestyle lyrics

[verse 1: spades saratoga]
follow the prophesies
cause if respect was monopoly we need our properties
i’m just a curly haired n-gg-
yeezy and soccer tees
whatever happened to stop and freeze?
what happened to search warrants?
what happened to tasers?
what happened to first warnings or warning shots?
how you expect us to get shot and then call the cops? you are the cops
you coulda helped big pacs and you saw the plot
why i gotta die cause my hairs nappy?
why we gotta settle for fairly happy?
why ya always k!lling our ray rays, dayquans but nothing ever happens to claire and cathy?
you want us to fight back don’t you?
you want the bloods and crips together, you’ll like that won’t you?
i’m getting tired of hashtags with another n-gg-s name on it
or sidewalks with another n-gg- brain on it
but when i talk another n-gg- hate on it
where the f-ck is our reparations?
we needs that n-gg-, we seen that n-gg-
one time for eric garner trust me we breathe that n-gg-
and we ain’t forget about the skittles and ice tea either
don’t want no bullet holes and sh-t on my white tee either
and i can’t f-cking make it home to my wifey either
they the bad ones but this ain’t no lifey neither
product of my society, i feel like god just hired me
where’s chance when i need him?
i’m just a decent fellow, don’t bring the drums yet
they never seen a rose in new york, figured i’d keep it melo
don’t wanna speak, so unless you wanna beef then h-llo
’cause mike brown just wanted a f-cking cigarello
i don’t understand how n-body got charged, n-body
but i go to jail if my license suspended
i don’t know who to blame
seem like they let this sh-t happen when it’s a black presi, and i don’t blame him he did enough for blacks already
this the ghetto gospel learnt that from makaveli
i should pull up all black like the cast of belly
martin or malcolm, my people starting to doubt them
they say we part of the problem, no more al sharptons
i’m tired of f-cking al sharpton
tired of these mile marches
i don’t wanna walk a mile
i don’t wanna hear a mother lost a child soon as we done walking
my n-gg- we done talking
martin or malcolm
well since its only talking about them, sandra bland coulda been your sister
sh-t i got four sisters
they called it suicide and i ain’t talking door lifters
the system trynna keep her [?] like the floor missing
and if you don’t see injustice you got raytard’s vision
they put hands and sh-t on us
i understand why they treat us like dirt
f-cking cops keep planting sh-t on us
every chance to sh-t on us they do it
no hesitation, only expiration dates on black lives
they must think we got cat lives
all they want is tax dollars, i hope them bullets backfire, we’d probably lose half of you
welcome to the new n-gg-s with att-tudes
waddup tray? and no hats off to you f-ck n-gg-s
waddup sway? i’m tired of hashtagging “i can’t breathe”
or getting questioned for stupid sh-t and i can’t leave
or just chillin’ on my block, and i hear freeze
what type of sh-t is that?
martin or malcolm
and if we don’t do nothing then we part of the problem for real choose one
it’s either martin or malcolm for real

- spades saratoga lyrics

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