JBar - In Cold Blood lyrics

{Verse 1} I was told that this was no place for a man of my race I try to placate the hate that be coming my way Pay no attention pops told me showing advice May not be right but you must accept that this is your life You could cure cancer and you're still a n***a Meaning of life find the answer and you're still a n***a Define the rock and roll sound with a dream make the world proud Bring the sun and the moon down and you're still a n***a- n***a Too many moments of silence for n***as we lost to violence And since we ain't seeing justice we have to lead by defiance We'll try it by any means to reach the lands in the dream But if they reach for fire hoses then I answer with heat f** the Gandhi sh** leaving my oppressors unharmed Cause what's a hunger strike if they're shooting n***as unarmed My n***a Brown never thought he'd ever be Trayvon Till a pig got a clear shot staring straight at his palms The same song yo they show us no love I want revenge for my n***as cut down in cold blood {Chorus} In Cold Blood (repeat x3) {Verse 2} The Jim Crowe it ain't over we'll never end it Realize July 4th don't recognize my independence With malice I send this no violence intended But stress me or contest me and know that I won't bend b**h I see some irony inside your racist tyranny and gimmicks 3/5 but you'll appropriate our image The sh** is you try to artificially reach our pigment But when the sh** hit the fan you wasn't there to defend it Just some thoughts for your mind about where we stand In 2015 Emmett Till woulda still been a dead man Ain't sh** changed you look at us with disdain But refuse to step in our shoes refrain from feeling our pain I'd rather burn with those that's kin to me then build with all my enemies So understand while Fergusons burning that's just our energy I see the hate and I'm trying to rise above I want justive for my n***as cut down in cold blood {Chorus} {Verse 3} I woke up with two questions after another The first: Does my life matter? I'm more disturbed by the other When a n***a is dead and gone and finally 6 ft. under Will it be by an undercover or one of my own color Every brother ain't a brother cause a n***a popped the shots that ended up dropping Pac We'll address this we ain't expected to make it out of our adolescence That's the perception we savage without direction Our lives ending before we were able to learn its lessons The sh** is cyclical story is so predictable k** the n***a that k**ed your n***a I guess is the ritual Why would we apprehend any n***a that k**ed our friend Instead we plot our revenge on that brother meeting his end My head bows as I grieve poor my Heineken in the street For all my people deceased by a n***a that looks like me I see the irony as all our n***as are dying The streets that's named after Martin becoming the most violent No more silence I want us to be the ones To bring peace no more n***as cut down in cold blood