Po-Po
• Written by wasp
all my life, I had to run, nigga
all my life, I
sirens loud like "yah"
blue lights like "yah"
hands up high
im stressed out, homie, you stressed out
but if the block got us, then we still outside
nigga, we still outside
nigga, we still outside
we still outside
can you hear me, can you feel me? We still outside
nigga, we still outside
huh? We still outside
nigga, we still outside
can you hear me, can you feel me? We still outside
uh, and when I step out
I recognize they watchin' me for the setup
but karma be waitin' on them from the grave now
what badge number stop a heart from the fade out?
schemin', let me tell you 'bout this life
body cams only show you what they like
where crooked grins and cold glocks be the highlight
now tell my brothers stay sharp, but keep the steel right, Lord knows
twenty deep in the alley, tell em all they cant get me
reapin' everything they sow, so the karma come heavy
no body cam footage tell the real story
im a motherfuckin' target in the dark for the glory, uh
tell the world I know its too late
boys and girls, I think Ive lost faith
drown inside the system all day
wont you please believe when I say
wouldnt you know
we been hunted, been marked before, nigga
when the pride was low
lookin' at the sky like, "where do we go?" nigga
and we hate po-po
wanna leave us dead in the street for show, nigga
im at the corner store
my hands in the air but my soul might go
but we still outside
nigga, we still outside
nigga, we still outside
we still outside
can you hear me, can you feel me? We still outside
nigga, we still outside
huh? We still outside
nigga, we still outside
can you hear me, can you feel me? We still outside
what you want you, a badge? you, a gun?
forty shots in a car? a lie that they spun?
anything, see my name is target, im the one
motherfucker, you can play God for fun
I can see the devil in the blue, I can tell it, I know they do it
I dont think about it, I just memorize every last tattoo
thinkin' of my brother, put the candle out on the pavement
diggin' in my past, aint a sermon big enough to save you
every day, the trauma get another chapter just to break you
In the presence of the sirens, ah
I dont talk about it, scream about it, every night, I see it
If I fall, then you know theyll say I deserved it, Heaven cant reach me
badge number, badge number, badge number, they lie, thats all
quick draw and shoot, they plant the tool for yall
I walk, I black on sight, so stay alert
my rights, my wrongs, I write 'til they respect my worth
wouldnt you know
we been hunted, been marked before, nigga
when the pride was low
lookin' at the sky like, "where do we go?" nigga
and we hate po-po
wanna leave us dead in the street for show, nigga
im at the corner store
my hands in the air but my soul might go
but we still outside
nigga, we still outside
nigga, we still outside
we still outside
can you hear me, can you feel me? We still outside
nigga, we still outside
huh? We still outside
nigga, we still outside
can you hear me, can you feel me? We still outside
I keep my hands up high
I cross my heart and hope to survive
lovin' me is complicated
too afraid of the night I made it
im alive, but your the danger
blue lights in my prayers
I remembered you was conflicted
misusing your power, sometimes I saw the same
abusing the badge, full of resentment
resentment that turned into a deadly confrontation
found myself screamin' on the concrete floor
I didnt wanna be a ghost
the evils of the law was all around me
so I went runnin' for my soul