[Intro: Bob McCulloch]
Talking
[Hook: Marley Brooker]
Season Greetings muthaf**as
Have a lovely Christmas
It's hard for a n***a
Don't even got a pot piss in
And if I did
Would I even make it home today
Or would a white policeman
Put me on the ground to stay
Season Season Greetings muthaf**a (they know)
Seasons Greetings muthaf**a (they know)
Tis the season muthaf**a (yea)
Said it's open season on my brovas
[Verse: Marley Brooker]
I ain't sure what I really wanna do wit this thang
I'm just tired of unarmed teens getting k**ed
In streets-by-police know what I'm saying?
Why they apprehend the white dude?
The ma** k**er the movie theater shooter
They tell him get down on ground
Or put ya weapons down
They got options, that's cute
But if u a n***a like me in America
RIP cuz ya thru
They tell the grand jury
That n***a was a hulk
Had eyes like a demon
No choice but to shoot
And they buy it hook line and sinker
Cuz white is right thought u knew
16 people said his hands was up
Guess how many said down? just 2?
Oh
[Break: Bob McCulloch]
Talking
[Verse 2: Marley Brooker]
They choked the life out of my n***a
Right in center view
But That wasn't enough for the grand jury damn
They must be devils too then
It's f** the judge, f** the system
f** the police too and
f** the DA f** what he or she say
(burnin and looting)
Cuz if it's no justice
It can't be no peace
They forced us to be animals
Up in these streets
It's really no peace
Unless u get a piece man
Even witcho hands up
They shoot to k**
Police man
[Outro: Bob McCulloch]
Talking