We getting murdered in the streets
Right in the city
No justice, no peace
Yes it was coming, middle finger to police
Said his last words but they still can't breathe
Getting turnt up tonight
City getting burnt up tonight
City getting turnt up tonight
City getting burnt up tonight
Momma, if they kill me for saying this then forgive me
They nigga drop a blood of a badge and load the semi
Paradise or purgatory? Wherever they send me
I'm punctuating Gemini season, both are within me
Want to burn us like witches, that's why we carry the sticky
Dogmatic so we might as well marry Harry like Ginny
They send us back here to dismantle the system
All them corporate builders, I promise we'll never miss 'em
Fuck it, mask off, this for the future generations
Relegated to rumble or wait for the reparations
Would you rather change the planet or live on a plantation?
How can you pens when they use the lead to erase us?
We getting murdered in the streets
Right in the city
No justice, no peace
Yes it was coming, middle finger to police
Said his last words but they still can't breathe
Getting turnt up tonight
City getting burnt up tonight
City getting turnt up tonight
City getting burnt up tonight
We've been passed down second-rate knowledge, nigga, firsthand
Forgives little man, wave his heat like a church fan
Looking in the sky for a blessing on this cursed land
Wish I would have known my destination when I first ran
Had to bend it back but my spirit was never broken
I'll never sell my soul for a coin so fuck a token
It's time to decide which side of the fence that you reside
It's blood spilled in the streets, the revolution, the tithes
Say that you down to ride, just know you can't look behind
My spirit isn't for sport, an aura, bitch, not a vibe
My purpose isn't in prison, never take me alive
They say they needed a soldier, guess I'm destiny's child
No worthy goal can be met without sacrifice
Are you closer to the afterparty or the afterlife?
Flesh and blood bone chilling, fuck you niggas laughing like?
Niggas seeing color, gang wars at a traffic light
We getting murdered in the streets
Right in the city
No justice, no peace
Yes it was coming, middle finger to police
Said his last words but they still can't breathe
Getting turnt up tonight
City getting burnt up tonight
City getting turnt up tonight
City getting burnt up tonight
Yo this ya boy Jon Boyd
Yo, it's DJ SoSwill
What up, this is Jonathan
And you're listening to Riot and Revolution by Jay Browne
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