Truth in Your Lies
A cop with a baton and a gang member with a gun
Claiming racial pride but you kill your own people in spite
A rookie cop gunning down a guy that he despised
It's time for me to show the truth through your biased eyes
If you charge at a cop, they put seven bullets in you
Try to kill him with his own gun, no witnesses to claim the truth
But as soon a the cameras came out the tears began to roll
"I loved my son, he was good, not out of control!"
You mean the same mother that never took care of her kid?
The same mother that gave the grandma her very own kid?
But as soon as he died, she profits off of his death
Had the grandma jumped, took the money, stood up and left
And the dirty cops, who swear to protect under God
Rape and kill a little black girl, no jail time or bond
Cries in pain turn to anger as they rise up and riot
But the hatred falls upon the cops with a good conscience
Now can you see the Truth in your Lies
Your racial baiting, serial hating of those against racial pride
Want to stop racism, then stop claiming that you are different
We are all just humans, take a step back, and see that we can make a difference
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