B Heston - Don't Go lyrics

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B Heston - Don't Go lyrics

(Verse 1) Ain't 'tryna go to the church They be shootin', it hurts Put they bodies in hearses Shootin' hate, it hurts kid What I say in these verses Is like Corinthians verses We 'tryna make things new But this is what they wanna do Shoot up the study, shoot up the n******gs Start all the wars to keep up the figures Figured they won't ever be with us We won't, y'all in a bad place White verse black, that's a bad race Don't we know its all the same? All the same Except the race is lame And no one's exempt, keep it 'hunna Keepin' all the guns, I'm the number one 'stunna Hit you with the stunner If you think of hittin' my people, this is not a come up Not a come up, n***as will draw they swords Bows and arrows and rob ya stores Make it ours, sell it back to ya Brooklynites, Charlestonite Crips from south side in cars tonight Ridin', bangin', slangin', not hangin' Bloods from Brownsville on they Yamahas Not signaling, changin' lanes and Nobody gives a f** about ya Anything, you give a f** about So when you get filled with lead it hurts How 'bout my words? Take you to (Verse 2) Paris Columbine Sandy Hook Virginia Tech Tucson, Arizona Aurora, Colorado Charleston, South Carolina Thirty thousand of us die by the gun And its who*e the bullet every year Who wore the vests when the kids got popped? Who told our boys to look inward to solve the problems, rather than to the Glock Its like we like our gats more than our cats And like white keys more than the black We lookin for some major chord progressions But forgot the minor details of how progress gets made Radio Raheem LOVE and HATE Gentle giants gettin' choked out Its Eighty-Nine all over again For hundreds of years, they weren't our friends Now we supposed to believe they are? Bernie Mac still tellin' jokes in heaven, ya know? Don't like black guns, don't like Wesley Snipes! How do we make sure there are no longer fools Who see glitter, and speak gold Whose minds are so young Yet bodies so old Are there places they don't go? (Verse 3) It's time to stay out the hood They 'bout to turn the sh** good The Brownsville I spoke of before Now havin' less liquor stores And the roads gettin' paved I guess they pavin' the way To take the guns off the streets I'm sorry, is it just me? Or do they even have care About the people they fear They'd put us all in hearses As soon as I finish my verses But this is a different version Than the dude who was shootin' at turbans Ain't talkin' race, n***as racism Is based off of hate living Wait, listen Ignorance should be a misdemeanor Baracus would judge Pity the fool Dont' pity the school Or the churches gettin' the slugs Don't put salt on the slugs Those are open wounds Time to learn from the past, time to open the tombs Open the room Make new sets of keys I shouldn't have to ask to let us please Live our lives away from Pharisees Parentheses, these hateful n***as I can't wait for n***as To go and get, a holy book Read 'em all, tell me the difference Learn the maths and then you'll get Wise to the ways we're different No difference, no different