Cole Whittle - Give Me Air lyrics

Give Me Air Faux photo with an auto chrome Promo for the folks at home Who like to take some comfort from k**ing young and colored ones But all he ever stole were smokes All they every told were jokes Have you heard that colored one What the f**s a colored one Tell me what's your color son Are you not a mothers son Pop goes another one Pop goes another one How are you afraid You got grenades You the one in that camouflage All we got are these cameras on Give me air When I walk through the street I'm... Give me air When I run to the train I'm... Give me air When I drive in my lane I'm... Give me air Hands up Don't shoot Dead man Pursuit Give me air Caught him with some priors though All of them were minor though They fought him till he tired no Choked him till he died yo But all he ever sold were smokes All they ever told were jokes All of them were lethal though Throwing in illegal blows Now a mother single All because he hustled singles yo Tell it to a mothers son Pop was another one One One One How are you afraid You an armed brigade Got no use for that training though Got the youth tryna aim their phones Give me air When I walk through the street I'm... Give me air Give me air When I drive in my lane I'm... Give me air Hands up Don't shoot Dead man Pursuit Give me air I ain't a man no more I ain't white or poor or demanding war I mean damn that ain't what I'm standing for I ain't a guy with a mic or a band I'm more I'm a statement a dead man's answer for His right to the air they won't answer for They stole it and they plan for more Hold it over our heads What you think we got our hands up for Give me air When I walk through the street I'm... Give me air When I run through the train I'm... Give me air When I drive in my lane I'm... Give me air Hands up Don't shoot Dead man Pursuit Hands up Don't shoot Dead man Pursuit Hands up Don't shoot Don't shoot Don't shoot Give me air