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Eye exit house doors safely as I spit in streets, have to stay on my grind jumping in whip, as I dip cruising through city blocks.
In rear view Eye see the f@cking cops red and blue lights light up the night, damn what did Eye do? My heart skips a beat or two as Eye fear my skin tone to be a threat.
This night will they play russian roulette with my life, but smoking chambers hold more than one bullet. If Eye step out or make the wrong move will they pull it, police using old stand by Eye feared for my life at the time.
These days my people are being executed for less, hard to digest this injustice system that occurs on the daily.
And they ask why do they protest...really?
I guess it's hard to relate when these issues fail to penetrate the minds of the unscathed. So they continue to sing home of the brave, but close blind Eye to what's going on.
For far too long it's the same sad song echoed in churches dead bodies stretched out. Broken hearted mothers cries of pain that rings loud on urban Aves.
But old POTUS 45 laughs for the division of race and religion is the precision game plan played out in grand fashion. Spin and deflect of brutality against dark skin will be everlasting, powers that be living up in their mansions plotting death tolls that controls fragile psyches.
Tread lightly...for the hate that you spew will be the end of you, as karma comes back around and strikes. You see, your hate can't last forever. This universe is clever, not designed for negative energy to sustain in this earthly realm of being.
The almighty seeing your evil intention, you better pray for divine intervention when God strikes and erase your existence from this earth.
