Drop Your Weapon
I hear the sirens, see the lights; I still ain’t putting’ down this mic.
No matter what we do we’re fucked, they’re shootin’ while our hands are up.
Our government’s a web of lies that offers no protection;
From these pigs, that’s killin’ kids and claimin’ “Drop Your Weapon”.
Every day its on the news – marches, rallies, different views.
Everybody’s talkin’, but nobody wants to face the truth:
“Protect and Serve”’s become the words that let a man destroy our youth.
No justice from the jury booth, all they do’s just cut em loose.
But kill the pig that shot your kid, they ain’t gon’ do the same for you.
The field we playin’ on ain’t level – you get life, he’ll get a medal.
Your protests ain’t been changin’ nothin’ – time to make them bury somethin’
I hear the sirens, see the light; an unarmed man done died tonight.
No matter what we do we’re fucked, they’re shootin’ while our hands are up.
Our government, a web of lies that offers no protection;
From these cops that’s bustin’ shots and claimin’ “Drop Your Weapon.”
Recognize the lies they spit; now realize the realest shit –
The problem’s not in the city hall, it’s in the things we teach our kids
We kill over bandanas. We’ll die about our banners.
But when the cops come through our block, we disappear like phantoms
Kill brothers over lit, the color of their Fit.
We stand our ground til sirens sound, then we get shook and dip.
I hear the sirens, see the lights; it’s time this dawg got in the fight.
When we come together they’re fucked; soon they’re the ones whose hands is up.
I’ll unravel all these lies, I don’t need protection.
I got my mic aimed at the pigs, I ain’t gon’ “Drop My Weapon.”
No matter what we do we’re fucked, they’re shootin’ while our hands are up.
Our government’s a web of lies that offers no protection;
From these pigs, that’s killin’ kids and claimin’ “Drop Your Weapon”.
Every day its on the news – marches, rallies, different views.
Everybody’s talkin’, but nobody wants to face the truth:
“Protect and Serve”’s become the words that let a man destroy our youth.
No justice from the jury booth, all they do’s just cut em loose.
But kill the pig that shot your kid, they ain’t gon’ do the same for you.
The field we playin’ on ain’t level – you get life, he’ll get a medal.
Your protests ain’t been changin’ nothin’ – time to make them bury somethin’
I hear the sirens, see the light; an unarmed man done died tonight.
No matter what we do we’re fucked, they’re shootin’ while our hands are up.
Our government, a web of lies that offers no protection;
From these cops that’s bustin’ shots and claimin’ “Drop Your Weapon.”
Recognize the lies they spit; now realize the realest shit –
The problem’s not in the city hall, it’s in the things we teach our kids
We kill over bandanas. We’ll die about our banners.
But when the cops come through our block, we disappear like phantoms
Kill brothers over lit, the color of their Fit.
We stand our ground til sirens sound, then we get shook and dip.
I hear the sirens, see the lights; it’s time this dawg got in the fight.
When we come together they’re fucked; soon they’re the ones whose hands is up.
I’ll unravel all these lies, I don’t need protection.
I got my mic aimed at the pigs, I ain’t gon’ “Drop My Weapon.”
