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letra de the riot part ii - lonny austin

[verse 1: schama noel]
you are now listening to a black guy
go ahead and turn it off, cast judgement or be baptized
because i came to defy all the stereotypes
the type of black guy to make a racist white girl say “i’ll marry yo type”
and wait a minute, how is this song recording, shouldn’t you be in jail
shouldn’t you be robbing a store, meditating on who’s gonna pay your bail
something’s not adding up
you wouldn’t know cause you not good with math & such
your brain is slow & your mind don’t work fast enough
go smoke your dope, cause i know your addict yup
what’s your greatest tool? what’s your grades in school? what’s your favorite film? is it paid in full ?
what you born to do? how you contribute? all do is loot, do you pay the bills? g-ngb-ng & deal that’s your main appeal? just banging girls & slanging pills, ima say what’s real, this 45 will get you ate foreal
and i don’t even need to know you individually
ima generalize you off of every little thing
what equality’s to you isn’t what it is for me
ima shoot first, ask later every time we meet

[verse 2: whoislonny? ]
based off predictions, i’ll be a gunshot victim or the shooter
go to prison to get chewed up by the system
always had a tainted vision so i never seen the point in livin’
unless i was spitting writtens out my composition
tryna make a difference and distance myself from the stereotypicals, i ridiculed
like based of visuals, you gone label me criminal that’s stealing from the store
prolly sniffing blow, and selling it to n-ggas for the low
yo f-ck yo prejudice, gated community residence, bank accounts presidents, and country club membership
y’all all racist, replications of ronald reagan
kids die on more occasions, they k!llers winning they cases
rip to mike brown, wish they’d treat me caucasian
yo this generation i was raised got me feeling caged in
swear i need a locksmith to unlock this box i’m locked in
i might grab a glock and start popping everybody i see
every cop on every block and start a riot in the streets, grab the key to every lock and set all my n-ggas free

[verse 3: soulhead jones]
chicago off in that summer, compton all in that spring
winter all over this planet, and we fall for everything
if freedom is freedom and free well, freedom is free to be seen
we love y’all out in st. louis, foreal
what you thought out here? it was justice involved
give your uncle, your cousin, your auntie a call
getchyo gear up cuz of course if its war we could brawl
plus the system is built so if you touch it could fall
sprinkle the ashes and histories dust in the halls
moist conditions condense it com-bust and evolve
but we love y’all out in st louis

and anybody would cry if their son died
but the tears would get sun dried
so the streaks turn to creaks in the cracks of the alleys
rivers and valleys they run dry
but how could a stream cause a cracklin’ flame by sparking the name of that one guy
and the flame at the peak of the mountain could be what the people mistaking for sunrise
so they rise for themselves
one time the umpire surprised that it fell after one strike
empire strike in itself on the one side the undying people will eat if its lunchtime
we see the police and the pleas in the street like business and ethics are untied
we all love y’all out in st louis
black people and white people too

- lonny austin

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