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vr zayy - one: riot lyrics

story don’t gotta be told
all the murders of my people, man it’s getting old
segregation never stopped, but now they getting bold
k!ll him then pay off his family, as if his life was sold
this stuff is just pure insanity, he took his life so cold
i sit and question humanity and all the whites, they fold
for years, they’ve slayed us singlehandedly, and not a knife we hold
but we supposed to accept it? (no)
so targets yes we wreck it
and about that, y’all be fussing
negros out here getting slaughtered, it be literally for nothing
i do not want to hear nothing about ‘makes this country great’
you never ate off my plate
if so, you’d see it’s so much hate
traumatized about these cops
we get pulled over, that’s our fate
and i swear, ain’t nowhere safe
although one country, every state
and i swear i’ll never forget about every other date
that a soul, was sent up by one who had no right to take
swear we just can’t be successful they assume it’s dirty money if we getting stacks
i’m just reaching for my license, officer relax
donald’s stupid twitter fingers
led to heavy trigger fingers
and then twitching fingers
we need justice, we got itching fingers
what have we came to?
(a disaster)
put your hands up, they’ll shoot
(soon after)
he’s a blood, he’s a crip
(k!ll us faster)
fills the fat white man up with laughter
what have we came to?
(a disaster)
put your hands up, they’ll shoot
(soon after)
he’s a blood, he’s a crip
(k!ll us faster)
fills the fat white man up with laughter

and i swear that this is not okay
open social media, i pray to god like not today
i ain’t here for nothing, all this bs needs to stop today
you ain’t with the program? sorry homie
you can’t walk away
this a real life issue
real life problem
this is not for play
officer he dropped him, he white+chalked him
sentenced to a day
screaming rip to all my brothers, for their fam i pray
he went home that night and had police out guarding where he lay

what have we came to?
(a disaster)
put your hands up, they’ll shoot
(soon after)
he’s a blood, he’s a crip
(k!ll us faster)
fills the fat white man up with laughter
what have we came to?
(a disaster)
put your hands up, they’ll shoot
(soon after)
he’s a blood, he’s a crip
(k!ll us faster)
fills the fat white man up with laughter

- vr zayy lyrics

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