Shoot Back 2 (Dear Officer) / Train Tracks

Lyrics

Part I: Shoot Back 2 (Dear Officer) [Intro 1] I see my sister fighting and then I...see them both on the ground and I'm trying to get my sister, and then Officer Santos came and he, he picked me up and then he...slammed me, slammed me on the ground [Hook 1] I tell 'em you ain't gotta heartbeat or a soul but I'm gonna murder ya Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop, you a robocop I'ma short-circuit ya You did the hood dirty, I'ma do you dirtier I'm standing over the face of a cop with a Glock, end of the story I'ma take y'all back 20 hours earlier [Verse 1] This what set off the nonsense A cop walks in to break up a simple fight but he body slam a teenage girl unconscious They don't see us as human beings, they see monsters Police academy brainwash them, the FOX News corp brainwashed them And when the Empire puts chips in your brain, forget it mane Shit you say niggas can't stop 'em They murderers, crazy in the head, compassion for none They don't look at you and see a man, they see some alien stare That's why I'm asking, to the police what kind of a beast do you have to become To kill a child so young that was having some fun Would you have shot Tamir if that was your son? You pull us over, we contemplating Capital One Go back where you're from, I'm strapped with a drum A MAC, if you cap you get clapped in the lung You crashed in the slums feeling like you didn't want it to stop Get clapped in the back if you run You left ??? paraplegic, police did the deed in the ??? The upper class, they in a trance cuz even if they ask and they still alive, they might never believe it Under hypnosis, the empire hit 'em with their memory wipers So they don't remember they liked us If they don't see us as human beings, they don't give a fuck if our enemies snipe us [Hook 1] I've told 'em you ain't gotta heartbeat or a soul but I'm gonna murder ya Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop, you a robocop I'ma short circuit ya You did the hood dirty, I'ma do you dirtier Standing over the face of a cop with a Glock, with only one shot End of the story Just like I said earlier Part II: Train Tracks [Intro 2] The observer takes many forms. The observer collects human data Suffering is ageless, oppression is timeless Let's go back. The year is 1932 The place: anywhere [Hook 2] I got nowhere to go (I got nowhere to go) Cuz they kicked in my door (Cuz they kicked in my door) Then they kill all my folks (Then they kill all my folks) And they took all my hope (And they took all my hope) I'm on the train tracks (Train tracks) I'm on the train tracks (I'm on the train tracks) I ain't coming round here again (Coming round here again) Till I get myself some payback (Get my self some payback) [Verse 2] He slept all night at the railroad tracks with no knapsack His own back was his bed He just kicked back, relaxing his head on an old backpack Dreaming about leaving town and never go back But this is no Amtrak, this is the freight train Heard some brakes grinding and squeaking Woke him up, climbed to his feet He started running alongside the train, timing his leap, and dove in with tears dried to his cheek, cuz he was crying in his sleep His heart beat fast, he's skipping town with everything he has; his clothes, his life, and his past, got a nightmarish past See it was April 19th, the night he saw Templar knights cross embossed on a white sheet Eight men came in But this family just tryna get a good night's sleep They slaughtered them like sheep Before they cut his mother to the white meat He told her her younger son to run Hopped out the window and hit the side street Look back in torment and see his father's body dormant, hanging like an ornament on a pine tree "Why me?" Death came riding on horses, survivors of Forrest's Of course, he has survivor's remorse, that night was the source of it What changed the course of his life and morphed it into the life of an orphan Before then, shit was perfect Now he's raising himself on the streets, doing odd jobs on a different circuit He's shining white men's shoes, they call him nigga while the kid is working But he's plotting revenge so this shit is worth it He put himself through college with that polish His past, he would demolish it with knowledge But he promised to avenge the death of his mama and father, so he hid his murderous vendetta behind the persona of a scholar Some white men really befriended But others he simply pretended, his memories trigger resentment Memories of the misery he mentally lived with Misery, you figure his success would instantly end it Nah, cuz one day he walked to the coffee shop Waiting for a cup of joe, longer than he ever waited He's at the back door cuz integration was regulated The owner know he educated, but still, it was segregated He sitting there, thinking "damn even getting coffee is a hurdle" Then he heard that made his blood curdle The same voice from that forsaken night The same voice that told his mama I'm about to take your life The voice that told his mom this is my favorite knife Then pushed it in her gut and told her say goodnight The thirst for revenge became too hard to stop Knew he wouldn't get no justice if he called a cop Ran inside with an old pistol his father bought People shouting, like "who let this nigga in this coffee shop?" The voice of the killer was heard loudly "I'll kick this nigga out right now and do it proudly!" That's when the black man pulled his gun, he drew it wildly The crowd jumped, he pointed it at the killer and told him "I'll be damned if I let you get away with what you did, I've been waiting to kill you with my father's gun since I was a kid" One, two, three shots, four, five, six Dreamin' of this day, he didn't know it would go like this None of this is planned, one minute he's ordering some coffee Next minute the gun is in his hand, the life of the person that murdered his mother in his hand, so he took it Then he looked at his daddy's gun, tucked it in his pants, and...ran [Interlude 1] I remember the people coming in, white people coming into our house, with torches, setting the curtains on fire [Hook 2] I got nowhere to go (I got nowhere to go) Cuz they kicked in my door (Cuz they kicked in my door) Then they kill all my folks (Then they kill all my folks) And they took all my hope (And they took all my hope) I'm on the train tracks (Train tracks) I'm on the train tracks (I'm on the train tracks) I ain't coming round here again (Coming round here again) Till I get my self some payback (Get my self some payback) [Interlude 2] Everybody was just standing around, nobody said anything, didn't want nothing, 'till finally a rude old white man came up to there and said, "Nigga, what you doing with that pistol?"