Don't Die

How come, with the thousands of black cops in America
 You ain't never picked up the paper, turned on the tv, or the news
 And seen white folk crying
 'Cause this black cop shot my loved one in the back of the head
 'Cause he thought the cellphone was a gun
 How come you don't see that?
 You think black cops is more spiritual?
 You think better qualified? Nah
 They got enough sense to know that white folks ain't going to tolerate it
 The only reason they do to us what they do, 'cause you tolerate it
 I'm not telling you don't chastise these young men
 But I ain't seeing you chastise the police
 Hahahahaha real bad guy shit
 Hahahaha living like a villain
 Never chillin', hahaha, heavy influence on your chillun'
 I woke up this morning to a cop with a gun
 Who told me that he looking for a nigga on the run
 I thought for a second and I screwed my face
 And asked the dirty pig "Why the f*ck you in my place?"
 He said "Chill or we kill, this is a warning"
 Then I told him "fuck you, Where is the warrant?"
 Then they got to punchin' and kickin' and macin'
 Then the Whole situation went Larry Davis
 Thinking 'bout my lady and thinking 'bout my baby
 Thinking "these two motherfucking pigs going crazy"
 They wanna kill a nigga 'cause a nigga on this rap shit
 Wanna leave me dead on a mattress, Hampton
 I'm a Public Enemy because I'm Cold Lampin'
 And I don't give a f*ck about a party in The Hamptons
 And I don't give a f*ck about a motherf*ckin' Forbes List
 Far as I'm concerned, that's a motherfucking whores list
 Motherf*cker, my dad was a cop
 You don't think I know a dirty ass cop when I see one?
 Shake down, take down, disrespecting-the-badge-ass-bitch!
 Back to the scene going wild in the bedroom
 Grab the cop's gun left from leaking with a head wound
 Second cop shot, but the bullet hit his partner
 Shot him in the leg and he hit him in the arter(y)
 Now the dirty cop's looking at me
 Talking 'bout he kill a nigga if I try to flee
 Shit, I'm about to loose it, so he gon' have to prove it
 All because the government hate rap music
 I've been labeled outlaw, renegade, villain
 So is Martin King, so the system had to kill him
 A nigga with an attitude, the world gotta feel him
 Educated villian attempt on living
 If I gotta kill a cop just to get out the building
 That m*therfucker didn't, left dead, no feelings
 Yelling "Fuck him" as I buck A 45 at his fillings
 Trying to knock his brains through the motherf*cking ceiling
 Hey bruh, hey bruh I'm in some trouble, 'kay?
 I gotta be gon for a minute
 Just call my old man
 It's real deep shit man, it's fucked up, I shot a cop
 When I surface on the streets I can hear the crowd yelling
 And see the neighborhood snitches pointing and telling
 I'm bailing like a felon or Assata Shakur
 Before the law leave me stinking like a bag of manure
 Like Jeriko One in the movie 'Strange Days'
 They want a nigga dead 'cause the things that I say
 Might make the youth go and pick up an AK
 Tell the government "Fuck you, no way"
 Like John Connor mama I be running everyday
 'Cause if I get caught it's my life they terminate
 Or stick me in a cell on Guantanamo Bay
 All because a nigga won't sit in and obey
 I'll be an outlaw before I ever behave
 And die a free man before I live like a slave
 Nothing changes, if they catch me today
 "Fuck the police" is still all I gotta say