Riots (Summer of '20)

Evils of the law conjure hatred from afar And it’s leaning kinda hard on my psyche, psyche Years of disregard, mixed with quarantine’s mirage Oh my God, Sam, I told you not to try me, try me You know not to bring none of that mess around me You know anxiety, hate and stress surround me My world’s a circus, how could I let them clown me? You fooled me once, don’t let it get to round three You schooled me once, your education found cheap You taught me fractions and percents. But shit, we never found peace So as a whole, we shall proceed to crowd streets Painted signs, grassroots, nah you ain’t bout to ground me It seems his neck has found knee. No more time for light chatter F*ck a hashtag for some clout. We gon’ pound ‘em like flour F*ck a black square. Blacking out, we gon’ see who’s life matters F*ck the passive. Acting out, we gon’ hit ‘em right back This gon’ end with shots through a shirt. This gon’ end with shops in the dirt All my niggas with attitude, this gon’ end with cops in a hearse Since we never reversed the curse, ain’t no way you’ll escape the fate Once your city start getting rocked, you ain’t getting three days of grace Hook 1: We gon’ riot in this bitch and make some noise We gon pull up, nigga, you don’t have a choice And we really give no f*ck about the boys You gon’ really hear us when we use our voice Ain’t no asking, ‘cause we taking it by force Through building ash and broken glass and shattered doors Wanted peace, but see, this was our last resort If it’s war, then ask me what I’m fighting for Dear Penny Ave, they ain’t coming for Lincoln’s head They located a couple snakes, now you better watch where you tread Country ain’t looking great, so they’d rather make it themselves Rushing to conclusions, they want some men put in jail Dear Penny Ave, they approach your porch with your flag Bringing tiki torches for horses and portraits of “orange man bad” For the record, our 45 is still spinning in our mind Now nationwide, we feel like you ain’t on our side—we need assurance. Dear Penny Ave, and I think that name suits you well ‘Cause you tried to give us your two cents in shiny suits and you failed Tried to label it social change, never put the change on yourself You thought all our problems were solved just by sending change through the mail Dear Penny Ave, you got some explaining to do These boys proudly tote guns and knives, and they probably aimed at you First you silenced them on the Tube then provided them shady proof Now the only marshal that matters is Martial law from the troops Hook 2: They gon’ riot in this bitch and make some noise They gon pull up on you, you don’t have a choice And they really give no f*ck about the boys You gon’ really hear them when they use their voice Ain’t no asking, ‘cause they taking it by force Through building ash and broken glass and shattered doors Wanted peace, but see, this was their last resort If it’s war, then ask them what they’re fighting for Is it freedom? Is it justice in the courts? Is money? Is it power? Maybe more? Is it people being people? Oh, of course! Taking action, full of passion, no remorse Everybody thinks they’re victims of some sort Everybody thinks they’re problems are ignored Wanted peace, but see, this was their last resort If it’s war, then ask them what they’re fighting for We gon’ riot in this bitch and make some noise We gon pull up, nigga, you don’t have a choice And we really give no f*ck about the boys You gon’ really hear us when we use our voice Ain’t no asking, ‘cause we taking it by force Through building ash and broken glass and shattered doors Wanted peace, but see, this was our last resort If it’s war, then ask me what I’m fighting for We protest out of fear We protest out of anger We protest in the name of freedom and democracy The time for silence is over, and our frustration be felt It’s time that this country recognizes the real victims in our society, and the true cause of injustice “You heard it hear first. Live from ___, America’s most trusted news network…”