Riot
• Written by Denigme
I watched an ese on the streets getting killed, son.
He got shot by the police while he chilled, son.
Ay, that ese was at home with his kid, son.
And nobody ever known what he did, son.
They say that he was confused for a gangster,
all I'm sure is that man was a pastor.
I don't really wanna know what's the answer.
All I know, it's that I write this shit with anger.
All this stereotypes, really only harm us.
They think they right, but, that shit really is heartless.
I know I ain't gonna change a thing regardless,
looking at me, like I'm the one who robbed them.
Ese, please, can't you see, I ain't like'em.
I work hard, I fear God, I defy them.
you don't know what the fuck I have passed through,
and you still believing I'm gon' steal your iPhone.
You all keep saying: ''Come in and be my guest'',
and when I come, you fucking assholes protest.
I'm just asking for little bit of respect,
I just wanna let these feelings off my chest.
C'mon, can you at least just lemme take a rest?
You won't erase all the shit that I've expressed.
I don't care if it's to much to digest:
Just leave me alone, ese, that's all I request.
It's been hard since I leaved ever since,
now, they judge by the color of my skin.
They keep telling to go back home,
bitch, I don't have no home, I'm here on my own.
I didn't wanted this, didn't wanna leave,
I wanted to live free, wanted to believe.
I wanted to write all the lyrics I conceived.
You won't destroy everything that I achieved.
C'mon, take me down, I know you won't do shit, son.
Won't kneel down to some fucking punk ass bitch, son.
I don't care what the consequences, are, son.
I will riot so they will pay attention.
All this shit really making me feel senseless.
You all can go, this the end of my lesson.
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Denigme
Member since September 16 2018