bluu (feat. Bryson Garrett, Trevone & SHiKi)

One pill Two pill Red pill Blue pill Black face Blue gun Old story New Sun In these hands I have two pills You take the blue one and my story ends here With you waking up tomorrow believing whatever it is You want to believe Believe that I disobeyed Believe that I was a danger Believe that I was a threat to their lives and to yours Believe them when they say that the dash cam timed out And they truly lost the evidence Believe them when they say One pill, two pill Red pill, blue pill Noo This black pain too real Still surviving fuck how you feel Noo We been surviving in this world We been surviving Black boys out dying in this world But pressure make us diamonds Pressure make us diamonds That I was already apprehended with three broken ribs Holding me up straight Niagara Falls' bloody sister on my tongue And a crushed spirit keeping me alive Ignore my mother when she cries demanding justice for her son Her first born child Her baby boy Ignore my friends when they try to tell you what potential I had to change the world Ignore the witnesses when they try to explain what really happened that day Instead Listen to the media Pay very close attention to how they justify my death by citing a traffic violation Let them persuade you not to empathize with my lifeless body by letting you hear these poems Listen to those who will say If you go and lay me down Won't you tell my story? Black boy trynna make it out And get everything for me If you go and lay me down Won't you tell my story? Black boy trynna make it out Like the ones before me That I was just another statistic A new number on an endless list of complaints Listen to those who will say That racism and stereotypes died after the Civil Rights Movement Listen to those who will say That my friends, my family My people are over-exaggerating That the only problem in America today is our inability to simply move on