Watchmen

Everybody want to tell me that I got to stay calm How about f*ck that shit Agent orange sitting in the White House, napalm How about f*ck that shit Every black mom gotta worry that her son Treyvon Or become Will Reeves with the mask and the cape on Only call home through a pay phone White man right there but he don't say something Are you gon' say something? (I'm looking at you John Mina) Are you gon' say something? (I see you Desantis, homie, I know that you hear us) Are you gon' say something? Keep cops off my block because I know they don't protect people Are you gon' say something? How they call it the land of the free but want me to be blind to the evil What do we say to police? How bout f*ck that shit? What about blood on our streets? How bout f*ck that shit? America wake the f*ck up Like for real? Are you kidding me? I heard the new world was placing an order Now I'm at your door with a special delivery Potter, deliver me And my people They replacing whips with they bullets and knees Will we be free of this evil or will we continue to hang from our family trees? Hell Nah! We done with the begging and pleading We coming for em in the streets Hell Nah! We hitting the polls and we hitting they pockets Cuz they hella greased Hell Nah! Never was scared of the dark Mama sat me down and gave me the talk She wasn't talking the birds and the bees She said watch police, cause they watching me What do we say to police? How bout f*ck that shit? What about blood on our streets? How bout f*ck that shit? What if they ask us to cease? How bout f*ck that shit? No justice but then they want peace? How bout f*ck that shit? Black woman won the election About time y'all hit them up with protection The irony in this is perfection This the great depression, part two Drag Trump out the house on pay-per-view And if he dies, he dies, boo-hoo History has her eyes on you, And if you stayed silent, Then Its bye bye too The rivalry, is high to me, it's hard to beef with tyranny so silently so I believe that I must Breed a little bit of anger in this bitch, you sense that Body cams on cops and the dash Rolling rolling rolling busting caps Rolling rolling rolling while we plead GOP the last to state the facts GOP they need to learn to lose POCs we need to hit the booths This shit can't be saved to tell the truth And I think America stuck in its ways But Even the ocean be changing its waves Even the night be having its days We can come together, find a way Yo, these are the people that turned you to slaves These are the cops that put people in graves Okay okay yo f*ck em, you right In the morning we'll do it, we'll put up a fight Nah dawg you tripping, let's do it tonight (For real) What do we say to police? How bout f*ck that shit? What about blood on our streets? How bout f*ck that shit? What if they ask us to cease? How bout f*ck that shit? No justice but then they want peace? How bout f*ck that shit? How bout? F*ck that shit How bout? F*ck that shit How bout? F*ck that shit A.C.A.B. Nah man, f*ck that shit