Jasiri X - 212 lyrics

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Jasiri X - 212 lyrics

Black bodies being fed to the system Black American dead or in prison Love for the murderer never the victim Dead kids can't beg your forgiveness We are at war What you telling me to be peaceful for When they break the peace by firing the piece now the peace gets tore I don't give a f** about Quik Trip's store Calling all Gods its frauds in the pulpit Miss me with that get along bullsh** Scared cause you master got a bullwhip Imma get a hollow point that's a good tip We are not for the oakie doke Mj's doctor in a overcoat See Imma give em shots they overdose Street preaching till the block got the holy ghost Cut scene Got my enemy in the center of the beam Spin him till he lean What do you expect given what we've seen I refuse to be next on that television screen Amin, I say what I mean I am not cosigned by Jimmy Iovine I will not go blind from the from the things I've seen 3rd eye and its on high beam Will these cops go to jail for Eric Garner, John Crawford, Ezell Ford I am Michael Brown resurrected to strike you down See in Ferguson they murdered him call the cops and the purge begins Bring tanks to heard em in & tear gas that burns the skin 40 cal 50 cal 60 cal guns Lights Camera Action now Revered Al comes The rioting and looting and they asking how come All these dead black children yall mother f**ers sound dumb We've been shot to d**h choked out burned up smoked up And they wonder why n***as feel safer in the dope house Peaceful protesting man I seen it it was no doubt Then cops started firing and every broke out A sister got shot in the head she went to Howard Where's Obama, Where's Holder? The Feds? Who got the power? Man I swear I ain't wanna go in I waiting hours But these others rappers ain't saying sh** most of em cowards This no guns and all heart waking inside a Walmart Grabbing every toy riffle and point em at them mall cops Like f** yall you're lucky this the only thing that touched off I'm praying for the day that whole system get shut off For that look in Eric Garner's eyes when he couldn't breathe For the slugs in Ezell Ford's back that caused him to bleed For Renisha McBride on that porch about to leave I hope they beat Ted Wafer like his name was Patsey May God forgive me for these words that I had to write May my spirit be preserved in the afterlife Forgive me for my sins an let my good deeds matter twice If nobody is swinging back then God damn I have to fight