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Woke up to a bad dream Last night Chilling with the whole team That's right Nothing Nothing but our thing Out like Three or four till the morning Sunlight When the po-po clap in the room All like Finger itching for a trigger warning Wrong ain't right Thinking back to my mom and dads Advice Said wait before you act Boy you better think twice Cuz that black don't crack But that black ain't white Tryna take my name Tryna take my life Tryna make my way Tryna ease my mind Rest In Peace George Floyd And to Tamir Rice Oh man man My skin delegated "Black man Elevated" Klansman in the Big Chair and they Celebrated My life relegated Whole home desecrated 400 hundred year time bomb and its detonated Oh man man What you gon say When it's one foot on the door And the other in the grave yea Oh man man Whatchu gon' do When they calling your name And they looking at you yea Oh man man What we gon make Of another black life At the end of the day yea Oh man man How we gon break From a system set in place Just to take my reign yea I Woke up from a bad dream Last night Chilling with the whole team That's right Nothing Nothing but our thing Out like 2 or 3 in the midday Sunlight When the po-po clap in the room All like Finger itching for a trigger warning Wrong ain't right Thinking back to my mom and dads Advice Got a target on your back So you better think twice Oh yea yea Next up Better wake up Cuz a bullet don't care where you from Or what you want yea My luck Might as well of run up Cuz my mama still scared And my daddy's caught up In a bad dream That's right You ain't never had to know what That's like You ain't ever to go had to go thru that night Thinking will I see the morning sunlight Or will the po-po clap in my room all like Finger pulling on the trigger Whether wrong or right Quick I'm thinking To mom and my dad's advice Son if you hear my voice It's gon' be alright But it ain't been right And we been here since Need to see that light If the blood's gon rinse If this ain't your fight Then the points been missed Cuz it ain't your right Just to kill these kids And it ain't your right Just to feel okay And it ain't your right Just to walk away But it is your white When you hear me say Imma need your voice So they hear me say Man I woke up in a bad dream That's right I could still hear the kids scream That night I could still feel the tears stream Out like First crack of the morning sunlight Man I woke up in a bad dream That's right I could still hear my mom's scream That night I could still feel the tears stream Out like First crack of the morning sunlight Oh man man