Kill Me First

[1: 06 second skit and instrumental to open]
 [Blueprint]
 Yeah; I'm often haunted by thoughts of crooked cops
 Glocks raised, blockin my sunrays and optimism
 It only takes one shot to take what we got
 The gift of life, and make your body start to stiffen
 It's a shame that we each gotta lose
 loved ones before we see tomorrow's not given
 As sure as the sun shines, I'll go for mine
 So when I die, at least I'll know that I died livin
 Tim Thomas ran from two cops out to get him
 into a dark alley, then two shots hit him
 Another inner city killing nobody witnessed
 Swept under the rug, as official police business
 I seen his moms on television, pleadin and cryin
 Tellin cops to stop killing
 And calm down the youth that choose not to listen
 One life, one love, but all we got is vengeance
 Now they're on a burn down the Sin City mission
 Lookin for the pigs that licked shots and got missin
 You know it's chaos even if you don't hear it
 Cause the air smells like gun smoke and teen spirit
 Whatever is goin down I want to be near it
 When a thousand stand as one, you start to feel fearless
 Enough to walk across hot coal no matter how hot
 Break another window, maybe throw another rock
 Maybe so, maybe not (maybe so, maybe not)
 Maybe I'll be the next black man to get shot
 Maybe so, maybe not (maybe so, maybe not)
 Maybe I'll be the next black man to get shot, but, but.
 [Chorus: x2]
 You'll have to kill me first
 Before I get inside the paddywagon
 You took too many of my people
 Nobody knows what happened
 [guest rapper]
 It's kind of fucked up cause as a child I do remember Officer Friendly
 Homey that hit the crib later to peep the Chi sweeps
 Have you ever had your spot raided for dope, couches ripped
 Glass tables flipped, brass bent, dogs sniffin in the cereal
 NyQuil and aspirin tossed out the medicine cabinets
 Just to find these stupid motherfuckers had the wrong apartment
 No apologies or nothin, left my mother in tears
 After scramblin to get it destroyed, a life scarring
 was bad enough my coat was wore and hell I even smiled
 when a cop {?} sloppy in crossfire
 Hopin that she died in hallway piss
 Retribution for my feelings of bein cuffed to a fence
 Harassed in front of {?} droppin my {?} white she asked about some fuckin colors
 But ain't no Crips from where I reside
 On one occasion walkin to Osco threatened by a dick
 Talkin 'bout we walkin down the wrong blocks
 Now that I think about it was the first time that I saw a glock
 Upper loaded black barrel at eyelevel, these muh'fuckin heathens
 And I seen it in the bitch's racist face that she wanted to pull
 her image burned inside my mind forever
 Until I have yet to tell my seeds, Kaneisha still believes
 And I'm prayin it's an occupation she don't wanna ever see
 A living that my cousin wasn't blue enough to be
 And ever since a child they made a lifelong enemy of me, shit
 [Chorus]