[Monologue: CONNOR]
There is a lot on my mind this morning
As I'm sure there is for you as well
All this sh** on the news definitely isn't helping
Thought I'd try to channel it for y'all
Goes something like this
Yo...
[CONNOR]
High on?
What did you take Wiig?
What am I on?
A few scoops of loosey juice in Raisin Bran
Just to get my style on
And go Super Saiyan
Then swerve and hit a hydrant like the path Left Eye on
Excuse me
Didn't mean to channel my inner Slim
But f** it I suppose
I'm already compared to him
Cause of the color of my skin
Or the state we repping on the brim
But I shout out D-Town
Scream, "What up Jackson?!"
Yo
Life keeps throwing hurdles
But meanwhile I'm jumping quick
Not handing off the rock
Cause they punt on fourth and inches
I don't give a flying f**
So I guess that's where my luggage went
I only give a F when there's a C in front of it
Now I know when you're this cold
You supposed to have your wrist froze
And piss gold
But I'll settle for nothing less than excellence
Abstract like Dennis Rodman
This ain't a hobby
Cause if you ain't first, you're last like Ricky Bobby
On the track exceeding pedestrians
I'm about to save the day like Paul the Equestrian
And spaz on the track like I lost all of my medicine
And it's still unopened
The fun shortened when pigs snorted
All of the hope left for the shorties
And decided to make a k**ing of Alton Sterling
Don't defend those with power issues
When this nation breaks down
That's a sour tissue
Absorbing all of the hater and anger we let out as a crowd
Cause a coward couldn't stand his ground and talk it out
Instead he brought the barker out and let it shout
And we're tired now
And count every hour that comes around
Can't imagine what it's like for your family now
But let it be announced that we miss you
They tackled that man to the ground
Why?
Cause he's a threat?
Maybe the real threat is what's left of your intellect
You ignorant
Thinking because a man's black, he's dangerous
Black Lives Matter
Enough with the hating sh**
Seems like a cop's mentality is all about making hits
Protect and Serve's the motto but not the reality
They're taking kids and getting away with it
What happened to justice?
I live in the Land of the Free
Not the land of the disruption
Because of a few racists' f** sh**
I'm wrestling my conscious trying to wrap my head around it
I'm on the verge of throw up
What's worse is they act like they know us
They handle the controller
Whatever direction they wanna throw us
And my anger only goes up
I say don't show up
If you can't deliver the law
White and black and we're united
You ain't getting a Civil War...