Insurrectionists, exes and white supremacists
I’m fresher than death certificates waiting for penmanship.
It’s off the top, since they comin’ off the hip
I’m newer than the Black friends you met since May 26th
Cognitive dissonance
Like the last level of Enter the Dragon, you fightin’ your reflection,
there’s no winnin’ when the price of admission is your perception of innocence,
the mayor’s makin’ 6-figures, it already figures in.

They pimpin’, Pimpin’. The system is vicious.
They use the word “affordable” the same day they make a lynchin’
They use our money to pay the cops who kill us,
Then promise to paint gold over the road where they spilled blood
I can’t allow it, all smoke about it,
I put your forest fire out before my city sees a cloud of it
Your fear runs deep. You drown from it.
And deeper when you see us Black and proud of it.

Crowds of us, even outnumbered,
Cos the price of my life weighs less than white comfort
Hit ya peace of mind hotline with 9-1-1,
And I’ma show them boys where the fuck the fire comes from.

Sundown, Lights out
Might not, Come home
Til then, Knives out
Til they, Run home
Sundown, Lights out
Might not, Come home
Til then, Knives out
Til they, Run home

While my guy can’t breathe, I can’t sleep
The sky still weeps, I know your eyes can’t keep
Still. No peace. Still our streets.
Versus school-to-prison pipelines, police and Line 3
Stingrays, home raids, my man define “Free”
If they wanna have it out, they know where to find me
Phone chip, address, license and IP

If they wanna take me out, lord willin’ it’ll be on livestream.
Livestream: no accountability unless the whole world see
And that’s a whole ass stretch for the limbs and reach of Reed Richards
You seen the video, but still don’t get the whole picture?
The soul killers, the cold pillars
Upholdin’ colonial villains wage-thievin’ the whole village
They keep killin’, got you believin’ you’re no different
Than the names they put 6-feet below kitchens

They know the difference, but in court they won’t admit
So they patiently wait for the DA’s no conviction
All immunity, no spirit,
no holds barred, and the union’ll fight to clear’em
They want us to fear them as much as they fear us
They just a badge and a number.
They Jennifer Love-Hewitt,
and I know what they all did last summer.

The feelin’s not mutual. We aint’ the same man
You can’t fake and pretend hatred and revenge
The 3rd precinct in flames in the names of Black men
It’s on film now, so what was they doin’ back then?
It ain’t about what you did. It’s not about what you gon’ do.
It ain’t about who. It’s about what you answer to.
So, if you standin’, I hope you ain’t standin’ still
Tonight we makin’ moves to find out how many weren’t filmed.

Sundown, Lights out
Might not, Come home
Til then, Knives out
Til they, Run home
Sundown, Lights out
Might not, Come home
Til then, Knives out
Til they, Run home