Shoot Back (Dear Officer) [with Tech N9ne]

Текст песни KXNG Crooked - Shoot Back (Dear Officer) [with Tech N9ne]

No more citizens
You have violated the anti-protest coordinates

Once upon a time in the slums
A group of people stood up to a corrupt system
And they were all slaughtered
So what did the next generation do?
Shoot back

To the police
What kind of beast do you have to become
To kill a child so young who was just having some fun?
Dear officer, would you shoot if that was your son?
You pull us over now we contemplate that capital one
You shoot me in my back and plant a weapon after it's done
How much time you get for killing me? The answer is none
You ain't from 'round here, so why
Don't you just go back where you from?

Two little boys came and knocked on my door
They said, "The police just shot your son twice in his stomach"
So am I?

Ayo, them robocops just tear gassed the protest
And you don't want to fight back
Congratulations my nigga, you passed the hoe test
Just another male in need of some Kotex
You'll be fitted for the rope next
They gon' hang you up just like coat checks
They killed your people in front of you
What you wanna do?
You already know what I'm gonna do
Pick up a gun or two
You picking up your sneakers like runners do
But where you running to?
Ain't nowhere to hide when your own cowardice is hunting you
Take a look at yourself, man
Your mirror got the W's
You got the L, you motherfucker you
We was sitting in church praying the Lord may forgive us
But an agent of the puppet master was there praying with us
Little did we know this disloyal snake was coiled in our own grass
Plotting on different ways he could kill us
Then he walked to his vehicle
Came back and sprayed major pillars of the community
The act wasn't lunacy
He knew just what he was doing, true indeed
He was carrying out a mission to kill you and me
Mission accomplished to a T
Unity and all the hope it brings
Just became a nightmare
And a reflection of our broken dreams
See we welcomed you with open arms
Then you opened fire so it seems
We can't trust a soul by no means, nah
The enemy's out here training to hold his chopper right
Meanwhile shooting at each other, that taught us all to fight
Damn shame we put each other under the doctor's knife
In surgery fighting for this punk ass shit we call a life
We supposed to be smoking them robocops
That'll make the big picture look better like Photoshop
I know, you hope it stop
I know it's not, I'm loading shots
In that.357 three minutes before four o'clock
I know to keep a gun in my waist, never fearing snakes
Tears dried up on my face, my spirit aches
Sitting here at wakes for people who irreplaceable
We get bad luck whether the mirror breaks or not
Imagine coming fresh out the womb
And the system already got your name written across the tomb
You a flower, you just wanna bloom
Unassuming that the government's mad villains
Them MF-ers want you doomed
So you disproportionately incarcerated
After all these years still the most hated

To the police
What kind of beast do you have to become
To kill a child so young who was just having some fun?
Dear officer, would you shoot if that was your son?
You pull us over now we contemplate that capital one
You shoot me in my back and plant a weapon after it's done
How much time you get for killing me? The answer is none
You ain't from 'round here, so why
Don't you just go back where you from?

If you ain't a rebel you ain't shit
If you ain't fighting for the love of your family
What the fuck are you here for?
If you ain't gritting and grinding and building for your loved ones
To protect them from the evil people who run this motherfucker
Get the fuck out of the way
Real niggas taking over, baby
This for Crook, the cigar smoking boss
Man up