Spades Saratoga - Martin or Malcolm Freestyle lyrics

[Verse 1: Spades Saratoga] Follow the prophesies Cause if respect was monopoly we need our properties I'm just a curly haired n***a Yeezy and soccer tees Whatever happened to stop and freeze? What happened to search warrants? What happened to tasers? What happened to first warnings or warning shots? How you expect us to get shot and then call the cops? You are the cops You coulda helped Big Pacs and you saw the plot Why I gotta die cause my hairs nappy? Why we gotta settle for fairly happy? Why ya always k**ing our Ray Rays, Dayquans but nothing ever happens to Claire and Cathy? You want us to fight back don't you? You want the bloods and crips together, you'll like that won't you? I'm getting tired of hashtags with another n***as name on it Or sidewalks with another n***a brain on it But when I talk another n***a hate on it Where the f** is our reparations? We needs that n***a, we seen that n***a One time for Eric Garner trust me we breathe that n***a And we ain't forget about the skittles and ice tea either Don't want no bullet holes and sh** on my white tee either And I can't f**ing make it home to my wifey either They the bad ones but this ain't no lifey neither Product of my society, I feel like God just hired me Where's chance when I need him? I'm just a decent fellow, don't bring the drums yet They never seen a rose in New York, figured I'd keep it Melo Don't wanna speak, so unless you wanna beef then hello 'Cause Mike Brown just wanted a f**ing cigarello I don't understand how nobody got charged, Nobody But I go to jail if my license suspended I don't know who to blame Seem like they let this sh** happen when it's a black presi, and I don't blame him he did enough for blacks already This the Ghetto Gospel learnt that from Makaveli I should pull up all black like the cast of Belly Martin or Malcolm, my people starting to doubt them They say we part of the problem, no more Al Sharptons I'm tired of f**ing Al Sharpton Tired of these mile marches I don't wanna walk a mile I don't wanna hear a mother lost a child soon as we done walking My n***a we done talking Martin or Malcolm Well since its only talking about them, Sandra Bland coulda been your sister sh** I got four sisters They called it suicide and I ain't talking door lifters The system trynna keep her [?] like the floor missing And if you don't see injustice you got raytard's vision They put hands and sh** on us I understand why they treat us like dirt f**ing cops keep planting sh** on us Every chance to sh** on us they do it No hesitation, only expiration dates on black lives They must think we got cat lives All they want is tax dollars, I hope them bullets backfire, we'd probably lose half of you Welcome to the new n***as with attitudes Waddup Tray? And no hats off to you f** n***as Waddup Sway? I'm tired of hashtagging "I can't breathe" Or getting questioned for stupid sh** and I can't leave Or just chillin' on my block, and I hear freeze What type of sh** is that? Martin or Malcolm And if we don't do nothing then we part of the problem for real choose one It's either Martin or Malcolm for real