Adrian Younge - Bulletproof Love lyrics

Man it is what it is, Can't understand a man if you ain't lived what he lived Roaches in the crib, Ain't got no food up in the fridge Plus the crime running' rampant and it's screwing up the kids Sway, admit - What kind of paradise is this? I just want some 40 acres and some carats on the wrist But these snakes is tryna gather in the pit Where you get a cottonmouth plucking' ashes off the clip Off the rip, now a challenger exists And he bulletproof, shoot, what kind of caliber is this? Got thugs in the store with the barrel on your lips Sayin' "empty out the drawer" before he pound you with the grip Lord, who to call when no one obeys the law And there ain't no Iron Man that can come and save us all? Power to the people and Luke Cage the cause And the cops got it wrong, We don't think Cage involved Look, dog, a hero never had one Already took Malcolm and Martin this is the last one I beg your pardon, somebody pulling' a fast one And now we got a hero for hire and he a black one And bullet-hole hoodies is the fashion We in Harlem's Paradise tell the captain That I'm about to trade the mic for a magnum Yeah, cause this is bulletproof love And you already know what a bulletproof does So you can take it from a bulletproof thug The hood got his back, dog