And every time another kid shot down, face down, laid out, bleedin' out on the school grounds;
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And every time a little girl get sent, by a grown man pimp, selling everything waist down;
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And every time another wife gets snatched, car-jacked, get slapped, straight raped in the worst way;
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And every time a little boy's paralyzed with a bullet in the spine cause a thug had a bad day;
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We should act like a cop did it.
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Go crazy, mosh-pit it.
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Just roll, just rock with it.
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Life is life and death is death so baby why should it matter if I did it?
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I'ma ride to the finish.
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All the grown men and women been tryin' to make the killin' stop.
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We need justice, and it don't matter the color, a trigger happy thug or a trigger happy cop.
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But let's act like a cop did it.
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YOU GET YOURS, YEAH, AND I'LL GET MINE.
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NO ONE HERE'S GONNA GET OUTTA LINE.
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WE ARE LIVING IN TROUBLED TIMES.
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WE'RE COMIN' UP, YEAH WE'RE GONNA SURVIVE.
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I have a reverence for life, I hate it when we lose it in the night.
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Ass whipped shootin' cause you losin' in a fight. 15, cruisin' in a buick feelin' right.
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Drunk and high 'til you lose it and you lose your whole life.
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And then we light a candle and we put you on a shirt.
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And then we bow our heads and we cry cause it hurts.
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And the preacher man tells us God had a plan so you had to go to heaven, only God understands.
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A lot of real people that was raised in the hood and they rep for the hood and they sweat for the hood.
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Wage war on killers messin' the hood and they protest the system stressin' the hood.
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Feelin' like I might be next in the hood face down with a bullet in my back on the track.
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Just make sure if I get clapped in the back it don't matter if the murderer is BLUE or he's BLACK.
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YOU GET YOURS, YEAH, AND I'LL GET MINE.
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NO ONE HERE'S GONNA GET OUTTA LINE.
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WE ARE LIVING IN TROUBLED TIMES.
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WE'RE COMIN' UP, YEAH WE'RE GONNA SURVIVE.
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Just lift every voice and scream.
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For the women and the children that live in pain.
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And the 18 and ups that vote for change and look down and see they're still shackled up in chains.
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I'ma start with home. Label it a no wrong zone get some other grown folks we can guard our own.
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Draw a line in the concrete, set the tone.
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Come up in here wrong and we snappin' bones.
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Little kids can't even walk across the street, without you ridin' by doin' 93.
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And you kickin' in the doors of these families, stealin' everything they worked for and leave with ease.
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It don't matter if you cops or you thugs or you dope fiend pimps on the block.
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LISTEN! God don't discriminate.
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He gone bring the sword anyway but I'ma act like a cop did it.
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Act Like A Cop Did It
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Flipsyde |