Tell The Children
Tell the children to, watch out
Keep runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin'
They're gainin' on us, oh they're gainin' on us
Keep runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin'
(Keep on, keep on)
Plot twists, just nana, me and the kids
We in the crib, it's a quarter past ten
"Where your brother at?" Run up in his room, pulled the cover back
Where I'm from niggas leave the porch and they don't make it back
Police light, nana starts pacing
"Fuck the pigs want, what brings you here on this occasion?"
Pow, pow, pow, pow, pow
Boys been gunned down, your boys is having fun now
With our blood and our sons, disturbing the peace
He's more afraid of him when he's the one with the piece?
Aaah, nana drop, she hollering "Why God?!"
Police be telling us it's nothing but their job
They profile us
Then they wonder why he grow up being prejudice and so violent
It trickles down from the rich to the poor
They'll fuck with you cause they can't believe that it's yours
Registration, I'll give these fucking streets motivation
They wanna take us out so they start making allegations
I'm fed up
Police coming so we sped up
My nana told me "fuck twelve keep yo' head up"
Tell the children to, watch out
Keep runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin'
They're gainin' on us, oh they're gainin' on us
Keep runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin'
(Keep on, keep on)
King died for us niggas living in poverty
50 years later we still don't have equality, it bothers me
A badge is a pass to do whatever
So now we living in fear of the people here to protect us
Yo, they lie and disrespect us, kill us, and then neglect us
The problem when nobody sees the view from our perspective
My people shed blood from the acres you had stole
Now my people shedding blood on the gravel left in the cold
How these news anchors talking 'bout the struggle
These niggas had it good, never had a pat down up in their hood
Never had to take a charge, never had to stop the car
Never had to hit the stands so you would never understand
Be one hunnid, I'll meet you at the top just like a summit
My flows are abundant, I'ma make you sound redundant
I really am Messiah, bless the whip with Forgia tires
When I'm riding out I hope them crooked niggas see me flying uh
Tell the children to, watch out
Keep runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin'
They're gainin' on us, oh they're gainin' on us
Keep runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin'
(Keep on, keep on)