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Gang Shit

Marlon Craft

Album: Gang Shit Durasi: 5:45

My name John and I'm a city cop

And I'm just tired of these ni lemme not

They try to paint me as racist, but see, I'm really not

Call me pork, so I put 'em on they belly at every stop

And they scared? What a joke, how about how I feel?

Check the crime rate, look at my eyes behind my shield

I'm scared, this is a job, this how I find my meals

So if they gon' lie and steal, I'ma make them lay from steel

And I think my life do matter more

I seen too many of these people kill without remorse

Used to be three fifths of a man, but I think half is more accurate

How they celebrate savageness in a patterned form

My family raised me not to trust 'em, fuck you, they ain't wrong

These other cops are my brothers, and they be wishing us harm

They told me that it's our culture to make sure

That they suffer and I can't break the bond

It's all I got, I'm faithful, dawg

Shit, I bleed blue like I'm a Giants fan

To question my way is to stop flow in my veins

So I ain't slowing a day, I'm keep everyone safe

From these black bastards and

That's word to my gang gang gang

I'm just riding for my

Gang gang gang gang

Gang! I'm just riding for my

Gang gang gang gang

America, whole lotta gang shit

Gang gang gang gang gang!

My name's James and I'm in the Klan

My family been down for a four-generation span

It's not about the hatred, man, it's love for our nation

The white place where we took savages and enslaved and tamed 'em

And these white threads as hereditary as this white skin

I ain't have a say, soon as I was of age, I was in

And if I have to, I'll resort to violence

'Cause they tryna shine colors in a country made for white men

And we're poor too

Boo-hoo, all of you lefties complain about your oppression and pain

While all of these Mexicans came and take all our jobs and our lanes

And I don't blame corporatist games 'cause I want the spoils and fame

I could have more too, that could be me one day

That's why I love Trump, 'cause, see, he see my way

We gon' make America white again

'Cause I don't wanna compete

With people who work harder than me 'cause we all spited them

And if I considered that how we living is wrong

That would mean that I would have to concede that the sale and beating

Of those bodies was uncalled for, that it was all the murder and rape

That got us these Sundays at the golf course

That we as heinous as they try to make us out to be

Why would I even try?

There's nothing in it for me to not treat it as lie

So far as I'm concerned, all the blacks, Jews, and the gays

And the Muslims and the Mexicans could leave or die

I do it all for the Klan, these are my brothers

They understand me, and we all understand each other

Don't tell me that our fathers and mothers should be ashamed

I'm riding out forever for my gang gang gang gang gang

I'm just riding for my

Gang gang gang gang

Gang! I'm just riding for my

Gang gang gang gang

America, whole lotta gang shit

Gang gang gang gang gang!

My name Marcus and I'm in the Feds

I been locked up for four years and six is left

I got ten for armed robbery shit and honestly

I ain't even wanna do it and it's hard not to get depressed

I'm dying here, was banging colors since a youngin'

Was born into a gang 'cause of the block that I grew up in

I done seen many die, and a few folks kill

But when the world won't give you nothing, shit, you gon' steal

And my gang was all I knew, brothers amongst the madness

Drugs and death all around us and we was angry and callous

The gang shit was all we had, we made mistakes and were misled

But why my gang got me in jail, and yours got you home in bed?

Riddle me that, my skin black, it's simple as that

The hatred you both got for me is all written in fact

Of our institutions you confused and feel like getting me back

For what? For living poor in conditions that's wack?

You claim that I strike fear in you, but what you feel is you

For me to live how you'd call clean would be a miracle

The data's empirical, you hate it when my people march for me

But don't you too scream 'cause you feel they ain't hearing you?

Shit, your whole premise is false

But I won't waste no time tryna break your prejudice walls

Point is we all on some gang shit, loyal to what we's taught

Believe in what was passed down our community's theme of thought

And I'm the only one in cuffs for it

If I get out a better man, I'm still fucked for it

You turn the TV on and look, you got Trump for it

The president is in your gang, bitch

And you still point at me to blame shit

I pray that when I get out, shit ain't all the same

But it's a cold world to be alone in when the whole place

That you grown in treat you like dogs in the rain

Shit, I might fuck around and call gang, gang gang gang

I'm just riding for my

Gang gang gang gang

Gang! I'm just riding for my

Gang gang gang gang

America, whole lotta gang shit

Gang gang gang gang gang!