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All I want to do is take the chains off All I want to do is see my people free All I want to do is take the chains off All I want to do is see my people free The blacker the berry the sweeter The juice put your hands in the air And they Still gon shoot I ain't even lie my people under Da stress They out here losing There Breath lookin' Like blacks The new dead Label me a menace cause of my Complexion a reflection of a black Moon they killing us with smith N Wesson's shit is depressing a color Is a noun not a form to be threaten Or a reason to use excessive force Of aggression They shooting or Arrestin Stole our land & possession's Our backs against the cementing Targeted I could feel the oppression Look at what my brothers and sisters we have to go through Middle fingers to thee authorities my Nigga f*ck you My eyes are cloudy like drake in the Album of views I remember when police told me That I couldn't move With the glock to the back my Grandma yelling don't shoot !! Will I be another static of my hands Up they shoot Will I die from the famous choke Hold like the noose Nascars of laceration this is a form of Abuse All I want to do is take the chains off All I want to do is see my people free