Black and Blue (feat. Nate Donk!)

Walk into a store, they don't trust me Can't wear durags in public If I sag that'll look too thuggish Got to keep my pants to my stomach Got to keep my hands in my pocket Black man he was born unlucky Seems like we don't get justice But thank God my Lord is coming, Jesus I got a thing for feeling not good enough Running from things that I should've done How you gon' say that you hate me You don't even know me, I'm tired of putting up I don't really want no static See blue lights, I don't play for The Magics Killing my people is tragic Day in the life when you living in blackness I ain't trying to be OD I send a prayer to people who know me I do a dance in my Kobe's Step on the devil who standing below me Please, my soul hope Jesus keep Cause they been killing my family Lately I think all we need is a little bit of peace and sanity Walk into a store, they don't trust me Can't wear durags in public If I sag that'll look too thuggish Got to keep my pants to my stomach Got to keep my hands in my pocket Black man he was born unlucky Seems like we don't get justice But thank God my Lord is coming, Jesus We get watched in shops Get chased by dogs Get killed by cops They never get caught When they come in your spot You might get shot Leave you out on that block Outlined in chalk They gon put them on Fox They gon let them boys walk Nobody gets shocked those charges got dropped Body cam turned off They showed you who's boss Your body gon rot Nobody gon talk Jesus is on His way back, I hope you're receiving this message That very few people see Heaven And just in case you didn't get it A racist will not see the entrance I leave revenge in His hands I don't wanna see anybody condemned Instead of you dropping your knees on our necks You really should drop to your knees and repent Walk into a store, they don't trust me Can't wear durags in public If I sag that'll look too thuggish Got to keep my pants to my stomach Got to keep my hands in my pocket Black man he was born unlucky Seems like we don't get justice But thank God my Lord is coming, Jesus How they gon call me a public enemy When I rap I feel like a celebrity Stuck in a place where they trynna see me dead If I'm living it's in penitentiary Why do they claim I got criminal tendencies They wanna see the kid stuck with a felony I hit the streets and I know they gon mess with me I thought the purpose was serve and protecting me Why you gon still hold me down if I'm breathless I ain't a thug cause there's gold in my necklace If I resist it I'm signing my death wish You breaking the law but want me to respect it Wait, how I'm a terrorist cause of my skin Preach to the choir and say it again I'm getting tired can't even pretend My life was over before it began