Skrewed Up

Lyrics

[Intro: Police Recording] We got pulled over on Larpenteur Cop: I told him not to reach for it! I told him to get his hand out... You shot four bullets into him, sir He was just getting his license and registration, sir Please don't tell me he's gone, please Jesus no, please no! [Verse 1] We are witnessing the return of slavery Alive tomorrow is what I pray everyday to be They gon' shoot me down ain't no pepper spray or tasin' me Then lie about it while the truth Is layin' in the grave with me (fucked up) Racial profilin' at an all time high (all time high) Black, any height, any weight, tats or no tats, we die No happiness for black mothers and fathers, we cry Can't do nothin' except drank and smoke, so we drunk we high [Hook] All we wanna do is keep on breathin' Seems like they murder one mo' brotha every evenin' They got us stretched out on the boulevard bleedin' It feel like soon as we get to this bitch we leavin' The devil is a lie, somebody already told you that Black lives don't matter, the law already showed you that War time, I'll be where the rest of the other soldiers at Whenever we open the door the close it back, so skrewed up This world we livin' in is so skrewed up And I ain't talkin' DJ Screw, it's so skrewed up This world we livin' in is so skrewed up And I ain't talkin' DJ Screw [Recording] He been followin' us around the neighborhood, then pulled us over Yeah, we bouta take him to the house off all alone, then gon' up in there and see if he like it Two black guys, really it's niggers, they don't own no house out here Just shows you being black in America [Verse 2] Fuck you mean where I'm going and why you need to know that I pay yo salary through my taxes can I get my dough back Why am I here? I live here if you lived here you would know that And you can't search me, you do whatever to make me go back It's just another arrest to you Get off work, go see yo family, ain't no stress to you Like you a hunter right, I'm just another catch to you Another good shoot, I ain't even a death to you [Police Recording] God damn it here I am, shoot my fuckin' ass Cop: Sir get back, now! No! Cop: Get back Fuck you! Cop: Sir, get back! Put the gun down, put it down now! *shots fire* [Verse 3] Uh I got a homie that's a constable, we always talk And they don't like that fact that we cool so we can't always talk And he ain't crooked either, straight as how we always walk Unlike some of his coworkers, cause straight ain't how they always walk High-fivin' after a shoot in front of a grievin' family It's us against them, I see it comin' please understand me Constable Alan Rosen really tryna bridge the gap This is a message, you trippin' if you think this is a rap [Hook] [Police Recording] Cop: He's got his hand up there for it now Cop: This guy's still walking, isn't following command Cop: After taser I think, that looks like a bad dude too, they be on something Shots fired! Cop: Got a 331, got shots fired, got a suspect down