Kxng Crooked - Shoot Back 2 (Dear Officer) / Train Tracks Тексты

(I see my sister fighting and then I see them both on the ground and
I'm trying to get my sister and then one officer came and
then he picked me up and then he slammed me slam on the ground)

I tell 'em you ain't gotta heartbeat or a soul but I'm gonna murder ya
Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa- you a robocop I'ma show a circuit ya
Beat the hood dirty I'ma do you dirtier
I'm standing over the face of a cop with a gat end of the story
I'ma take y'all back 20 hours earlier

This what heads off the nonsense
A cop walks in to break up a simple fight to anybody stab a teenage
Girl unconscious
They don't see human beings they see monsters
Police are getting to brainwash them the facts news brainwash them
And when the empire puts tips in your brain forget it mate
Shit you say niggas can't stop 'em
They murder us crazy in the head compassion for none
They don't look at you and see a man they see some an alien stare
That's why I'm asking to the police what kind of beast
Do you have to become to kill have of us for fun
Would you have shot Kamir in that was your son
You pulled us over we got to bling Capitol One
Go back where your from I'm strap with the drum
I'm at if you cap you be crapped in the lung
You trashed in the slum feeling like you didn't want it to stop it
crack in the back if you run
You left out of college
Parents can't believe that police did your deed in death Mc
The upper class they ain't in trance cuz even if they ask in laws
They might never believe it
Under hypnoses the empire hit 'em with their memory wipers
So they don't remember they liked us
If they don't see us asking revenge they don't give a fuck if
Our enemies stipe us

I've told 'em you ain't gotta
heartbeat or a soul but I'm gonna murder ya
Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa- you a robocop I'ma show a circuit ya
You did the hood dirty I'ma do you dirtier
Standing over the face of a cop with a
gat with only one shot end of the story
Just like I said earlier

(The observer takes many forms the observer collects human data
Suffering is ageless oppression is timeless
lets go back the year in 1932 the place Indiana)

I got nowhere to go (I got nowhere to go)
Cuz they kicked in my door (Cuz they kicked in my door)
Then they killed all my folks (Then they killed all my folks)
And they took all my hope (And they took all my hope)
I'm on the train tracks (Train tracks)
I'm on the train tracks (I'm on the train tracks)
I ain't coming round here again (Coming round here again)
Till I get my selfs pay back (Get my selfs pay back)

He slept all night at the railroad tracks with no nav stack
His own vat was his death
He just kicked back relaxed in his head with an old back pack
Dreaming about leaving town and never go back
But this is no ham fact
This is the fray grade hurts breaks grinds then you squeaking
Woke him up climbed to his feat
He started running alongside the train timing his leap
But don't fear when tears dry to
his feat cuz he was crying in his sleep
His heart beat fast he's skipping town with everything he has
His clothes his life and his past got a nightmare in past
See it was April 19th the night he
saw knights crossed in a white sheep
Eight men came in by the sound they
just wanted to get some nights sleep
They slaughtered them like sheep
Before they cut his mother to the white meat
He told her her younger son to run and
hopped out the window and hit the side street
Look back the corner and see the father's body doorman
Hanging like a ornament on a pine tree
Why me death came riding on horses survivors
the forces of course have Survivors remorses
That night the source that changed the course of his life
They mored him into the life of an orphan
Before that shit was perfect now he's raising himself on the streets
Doing our job on a different circuit
He's shining white mens shoes
They call him niggar while the kid is working
But he's plotting revenge so this shit is worth it
He put himself through college with that polish
His past he was demolished it with knowledge
But he promised to avenge the death of his mama and father
So he hit his murderers in dead with the sunna of a scholar
Some white men really befriended
But others he simply pretended his memories trigger resentment
Memories of the misery he mentally lived with
Misery you figure his success would instantly end it
No cuz one day he walked to the coffee shop
Waiting for a cup of Jo longer than he ever waited
He's at the back door cuz immigration was regulated
The owner know he was educated but the law was segregated
He sitting there thinking damn you think getting coffee is a hurdle
Then he heard that made his blood hurdle
The same voice from that forsaken night
The same voice that told his mama I'm about to take your life
The voice that told his mum this is my favorite knife
Then pushed it in her gut and told her say goodnight
The thirst for revenge became to hard to stop
Knew he wouldn't get no justice if he called the cop
Ran inside with an old pistol his father bought
People shout like who let this niggar in this coffee shop
The voice of the killer was heard loudly
I'll kick this niggar out right now and do it proudly
That's when the black man pulled his gun he threw it wildly
The crowd jump pointed it at the killer told him
I'll be damned if I let you get away with what you did
I've been waiting to kill you with my father's gun since I was a kid
One two three shots four five six
The men now a dead he didn't know it would go like this
None of this is planned one minute he's ordering some coffee
Next minute the gun is in his hand
The life of the person that murdered his mother in his hand
So he took it and then looked at his
daddies gun tucked it in his hand said
(I remember the people coming in white people coming into our house
with torches setting the curtains on fire)

I got nowhere to go (I got nowhere to go)
Cuz they kicked in my door (Cuz they kicked in my door)
Then they killed all my folks (Then they killed all my folks)
And they took all my hope (And they took all my hope)
I'm on the train tracks (Train tracks)
I'm on the train tracks (I'm on the train tracks)
I ain't coming round here again (Coming round here again)
Till I get my selfs pay back (Get my selfs pay back)