[Verse 1] My sister wheezing so I'm speeding down the E-way Having a baby dont blame me for being late Officer light so bright I hear a siren Pull me over and it's over shots firing Bleeding bad, tryna look at his badge Blood bath because he decided to spaz Aiming at my brain to put me under a grave Cops say yo car was moving faster than a runaway slave Than I froze, can't even stand up on my toes Why shoot when there's a taser and a pole? Blue and black lives matter, who knows? Is you gone call it in? The ambulance they could have took me It's always that one cop that try to be a rookie This ain't right why blacks and whites can't stick together Do whatever sorta like a duplex cookie you fucking rookie
[Chorus] Beat us and treat us so rotten Still think we slaves we just not picking cotton Yall beat us and treat us so rotten Still think we slaves we just not picking cotton Yall beat us and treat us so rotten Beat us and treat us so rotten Beat us and treat us so rotten Still think we slaves we just not picking cotton [Verse 2] They don't really want us to speak its about unity Right now I'm rapping on a white man's beat Cause I'm complete and comfortable with me Every white man is not corrupted as the white men we see I could vouch for that but some still stuck in a state of mind Or putting us behind and making us leave out the back Play that damn angel when they among us But 164 years back they hung us I'm not a slave to the white man Or white woman standing by me I'm not a slave to the record labels bidding how to sign me I am not a slave I am brave video every cop that make us stop Before our body drop and be sure to press save We need that for proof these cops they goof They pull you over and shoot then play it off like oops Intimidated by our presence so he be drawing the weapon Not screaming justice for nothing we not gone keep on failing
[Chorus] Beat us and treat us so rotten Still think we slaves we just not picking cotton Yall beat us and treat us so rotten Still think we slaves we just not picking cotton Yall beat us and treat us so rotten Beat us and treat us so rotten Beat us and treat us so rotten Still think we slaves we just not picking cotton
[Bridge] Of course, there's no remorse Upon the force, freedom of speech till I'm hoarse You ain't gotta you ain't gotta You ain't gotta call me a nigga I'm dead even if I surrender You ain't gotta call me a nigga I'm dead even if I surrender Oh yo, you ain't gotta call me a nigga I'm dead even if I surrender I said you ain't gotta call me a nigga I'm dead even if I surrender
Compositor: Elizabeth Eden Harris (Cupcakke) ECAD: Obra #43576336