Saint Andrews - The Thirteenth Channel lyrics

[Intro:] This is WJZ TV Baltimore From the city, to the counties to your neighborhood [Verse 1: Wayne Collins] What's new? Besides the blues on the tube From scandals in schools, cops misusing the tool 'Posed to protect and serve all the people they swore too But they lying more than SVU in the court room Its more than black lives matter, cause every life matters Abuses of power, shattering social construct ladders Who do one call, when police are corrupt If that one ain't now, I know he had thought Many trained to racial profile blacks in cars A taillight out, or they riding too deep pull 'em ova Clear title, clean motor, but yet the sh**s stolen And n***a scared for other reasons so he keeps rolling White cop, black guy, bullets start to fly Who am I to lie, Its all over your Facebook timelines Blacks doing crime, they saying I guess they gotta die I ask, how I can raise a kid in these racist times? Like the civil rights era wasn't even justified I see with these Eagles eyes like Shia in his prime Blacks trying get even with Steven And see yo thats the white man Acres of land, vacations in sand and in his heart he holds the clan No games Triple K , the tag name a cross bathed in flames White horses, and no c**aine For them its like a drug when a n***a gets hanged Anyway, we talking politics it never really helped to this day Cause reps and democrats they all the same to me Liberties you take for granted when you living overseas When some people face execution just for their beliefs Believe me I ain't lied yet, the clouds ain't thick Clear blue skies just some political rhymes Never do time, only bars I'm seeing I write Probably writing my wrongs 'til the end of my life [Chorus 1:] Roll something up, pour something up For the blues on the thirteenth channel This is WJZ TV Baltimore From the city, to the counties to your neighborhood Roll something up, pour something up For the blues on the thirteenth channel [Verse 2: Saint Andrews] They love to hate us, we wanted a couple acres Owe us a couple favors, we supposed to love the nation? They don't burn us, but they roast us up in publications Police love to chase us, do what they want like nothing sacred Ain't it? The picture they painted had an easel made from privilege Canvas made from d**h, palette full of pain Brush full of stress, now see which colors bleed the best I'm black as f** like steering with one-hand when I'm backing up Or subwoofers in the back of trucks so diabetes keep backing up Or always running fast enough but never running fast enough Is that enough tell 'em read your rights before they grab you up And pa** the blunt before they pa** the cuffs Quit being ashamed of yourself before they laugh at us Damn, perception is a motherf**er They see me as crazy I see ‘em as other brothers Damn, double standards' motherf**er, I'm a tell you why Rich people turn up, they celebrating Poor people turn up, they rioting Black refugees steal sh** they looting White refugees steal sh** they surviving Sound crazy to me, but I can never hate to be me My mama said you grew up fast, but still a baby to me I make mistakes so be patience with me And stop spewing all these feelings you would hate to receive Lights, camera, action every life matters But right now we talking bout black ones They k** your kid for running around with a orange cap gun Why they have authority when they're basically blind Answer that one? oh you can't? Well turn the channel if can [Chorus 2: Saint Andrews] Roll it up for the thirteenth channel Ain't nothing new on the thirteenth channel Look at all the blues on the thirteenth channel Don't know what to do with the thirteenth channel Yeah [Outro:] This is WJZ TV Baltimore From the city, to the counties to your neighborhood