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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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