Skit 1

Verse 1

I been tryna relax

But they keep sweating me

My brother can't even walk down the street bruh, the cops won't let him breath

Call us names when they step to me

I try to just let it be

But sometimes I feel like pulling out a strap and saying "rest in peace"

Sometimes I wanna blast but that's the recipe

For a short life

Long days and long nights

And I don't like how I feel like I got no rights

There's no right

There's just harassment and blackness is wack cause I'm trapped in the trap, I can never relax

I bounce back but I can never get ahead

And why should I grind if I'll never get the bread?

I wanna pull a thing back

Instead of listenin to House Negroes telling me don't swing back

Or Muslims tellin me to pray and quit pork and that can bring back

All my lost time, man I think that

There's no solution

I already said I'm close to shooting

But in reality I really feel I'm hopeless

Moving weight or choosing cake over control, what's in our hell?

What am I supposed to do, Darnell?

Verse 2

Maybe you should pack a bong

Maybe you should rap a song

Life's a big comedy

Maybe you should clap along

Maybe you should start staring at back in thongs

Maybe you should

Verse 3

Get back up and never quit, I know

Take the hate in stride, never trip, I know

Let the blood flow, let it drip, I know

And when the clothes drop, let em strip, I know

But maybe I don't wanna do all that

Maybe I don't wanna fight back but I don't wanna fall back

Maybe I just wanna go back to the simpler days

Instead of here where I'm tripping for days

Just to make to the Sunday

Cause that's the one day I feel like we all brothers then it's back to hell on the Monday

Tuesday is more like tote a gun day

Wednesday, I swear I'm gonna make it one way or another

I told my mother I would buy her a crib

She always did her to best to inspire her kid

But I guess I was a liar cause I can't keep my promise

She told me "never get distracted by the nonsense"

Skit 2

Verse 4

I'm coming for blood

You took my brother away

So I swear to God and I'm gonna take this gun and just spray

Just moments ago, we had fun and just played

But now he's lying there broken and nothing's the same

Is there solace?

Look around and life will tell that life is hell

So go to church and ring the righteous bells

Cause I doubt there's gon be peace for me after

Sorry Jay Diem, but this piece gon achieve the peace that I'm after

I'll rip you to pieces actors in blue

Pretending like you care when all you do is bustin them tools

At people like us who need relief not a gun, are you fools

Really convinced that this harassment will make us subject to you?

We'll start a revolution

Inspire reckless shooting

You are the reason that my brother can't rest in peace and he'll rest in ruins

With no restitution

There's no respect for you man

Tonight I'm ridin cuz I'm tired of disrespect and who can

Stand up for us if we don't stand for us

So take a stand if you man enough

Because even tho our mama's up every night prayin for us

Like Darnell, Mike Brown died while his hands were up

Now he's gone and his face is angled up

And I'm crying for his heart to hold down him till the angels come

Word to Jay Diem

I'm breaking, I'm bringing a bullet with me

To Heaven where there's escape or there's nothing, you couldn't give me

Anything that could make this right

I'll scream for him every day and night

Till my anger reaches outrageous heights

And I rage with life, just an afterthought in this aftermath

I can't even... finish...

Skit 3

Verse 5

So as my heart dies

Lost in the face of this apartheid

I lose a part of myself that was once where my heart lied

Now my conscience only works as a part time

Facing a Red Sea of blood that I need Moses to part, I'm

Aware that life isn't fair but this just isnt straight

I can't even walk down the street and still be feeling safe in this place

And everyday I feel my hope dissipate

I no longer feel like black is a race

It's a symbol of oppression, we find our freedom never

It's the 1960's, shouldn't we be doing better

Now watch closely as our blood turns the pavement

And we sing We Shall Overcome till we're exterminated

Skit 4 - Malcolm X