Connor Wiig - July 7 lyrics

[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...