Falling Down - Crispus Attucks lyrics

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Falling Down - Crispus Attucks lyrics

[Verse 1] We're in the devil's workshop and the first shot might k** me They're filthy rich in the wilderness, so the k**er is not guilty Another young boy's head is split, they're prejudice and racist Against the first black president and they pled the fifth in cases I pledge allegiance to the flag and they put my head on cement Want to put a bullet it my back; self-defense, rest in pieces These adolescents have aggression whether it's Piru, Crip Or Vicelord, or GD on TV in a news clip Now draw your weapons, everybody stand your ground They're armed and dangerous from cities to the towns Go call the constables, another man is down Detectives an*lyze the victims and the rounds [Verse 2] Wave the flag, we're patriotic; haters mad we're making profit Breaking bad till they raid the lab; let's blaze a bag, Dre The Chronic NRA Charlton Heston, ammunition, arm your weapon It's Good Morning Vietnam like Robin Williams, armageddon Speaking freely, first amendment; Get your feelings hurt, defendant Head cracked laying dead flat and they dress in black, church attendants Watch the news vivid graphics, dollars rule systematic Hot pursuit of living lavish, got to shoot them, Crispus Attucks You look suspicious I see something in your hand You're in my neighborhood trespa**ing on my land Who do you think you are? I hope you understand Who you are dealing with, don't make me k** a man [Verse 3] Put your hands up, stop resisting; pull you over, got permission To search your whip for that work you flip and when the serpents hiss you get locked in prison All that they know, cops and sirens; so it ain't no stop the violence Rifle smoke and a life of dope but not a microscope and no dropping science In the jungle, hang with natives; Wearing colors, gang related Flying flags to the sacrifice of a bodybag and my name is hated It's like the wild west, these indians use bow and arrows Against the cowboys taking aim at a target on my clothes apparel I see you on the corner looking like a thug Playing that music and I bet you're selling d** I've seen your kind before so now I got a grudge Against your people and I'm thirsty for your blood (c)2014 Divine Dystopia. All rights reserved