Night Game

Insurrectionists, exes and white supremacists

I’m fresher than death certificates waiting for penmanship.

It’s off the top, since they comin’ off the hip

I’m newer than the Black friends you met since May 26th

Cognitive dissonance

Like the last level of Enter the Dragon, you fightin’ your reflection,

There’s no winnin’ when the price of admission is your perception of innocence,

The mayor’s makin’ 6-figures, it already figures in.

They pimpin’, Pimpin’. The system is vicious.

They use the word “affordable” the same day they make a lynchin’

They use our money to pay the cops who kill us,

Then promise to paint gold over the road where they spilled blood

I can’t allow it, all smoke about it,

I put your forest fire out before my city sees a cloud of it

Your fear runs deep. You drown from it.

And deeper when you see us Black and proud of it.

Crowds of us, even out numbered,

Cos the price of my life weighs less than white comfort

Hit ya peace of mind hotline with 9-1-1,

And I’ma show them boys where the fuck the fire comes from.

Sundown, Lights out

Might not, Come home

Til then, Knives out

Til they, Run home

While my guy can’t breathe, I can’t sleep

The sky still weeps, I know your eyes can’t keep

Still. No peace. Still our streets.

Versus school-to-prison pipelines, police and Line 3

Stingrays, home raids, my man define “Free”

If they wanna have it out, they know where to find me

Phone chip, address, license and IP

If they wanna take me out, lord willin’ it’ll be on livestream.

Livestream: no accountability unless the whole world see

And that’s a whole ass stretch for the limbs and reach of Reed Richards

You seen the video, but still don’t get the whole picture?

The soul killers, the cold pillars

Upholdin’ colonial villains wage-thievin’ the whole village

They keep killin’, got you believin’ you’re no different

Than the names they put 6-feet below kitchens

They know the difference, but in court they won’t admit

So they patiently wait for the DA’s no conviction

All immunity, no spirit,

No holds barred, and the union’ll fight to clear’em

They want us to fear them as much as they fear us

They just a badge and a number.

They Jennifer Love-Hewitt,

And I know what they all did last summer.

The feelin’s not mutual. We aint’ the same man

You can’t fake and pretend hatred and revenge

The 3rd precinct in flames in the names of Black men

It’s on film now, so what was they doin’ back then?

It ain’t about what you did. It’s not about what you gon’ do.

It ain’t about who. It’s about what you answer to.

So, if you standin’, I hope you ain’t standin’ still

Tonight we makin’ moves to find out how many weren’t filmed.

Sundown, Lights out

Might not, Come home

Til then, Knives out

Til they, Run home