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letra de gang shit - marlon craft

my name john and i’m a city cop
and i’m just tired of these ni— lemme not
they try to paint me as racist, but, see, i’m really not
call me pork, so i put em on they belly at every stop
and they scared? what a joke, how about how i feel
check the crime rate, look at my eyes behind my shield
i’m scared, this is a job, this how i find my meals
so if they gon’ lie and steal, i’ma make them lie from steel
and i think my life do matter more
i seen too many of these people k!ll without remorse
used to be three fifths of a man, but i think half is more accurate
how they celebrate savageness in a patterned form
my family raised me not to trust them, f-ck you, they ain’t wrong
these other cops are my brothers, and they be wishing us harm
they told me that it’s our culture to make sure that they
suffer and i can’t break the bond, it’s all i got, i’m faithful, dawg
sh-t, i bleed blue like i’m a giants fan
to question my way is to stop flow in my veins
so i ain’t slowing a day, i’m keep everyone safe
from these black b-st-rds and, that’s word to my gang gang gang

i’m just riding for my
gang gang gang gang
gang gang gang gang
gang gang gang gang
gang! i’m just riding for my
gang gang gang gang
gang gang gang gang
gang gang gang gang
america, whole lotta gang sh-t
america, whole lotta gang sh-t
america, whole lotta gang sh-t
gang gang gang gang gang!

my name’s james and i’m in the klan
my family been down for a four-generation span
it’s not about the hatred, man, it’s love for our nation
the white place where we took savages and enslaved and tamed them
and these white threads as hereditary as this white skin
i ain’t have a say, soon as i was of age, i was in
and if i have to, i’ll resort to violence
’cause they tryna shine colors in a country made for white men
and we’re poor too
boo-hoo, all of you lefties complain about your oppression and pain
while all of these mexicans came and take all our jobs and our lanes
and i don’t blame corporatist games ’cause i want the spoils and fame
i could have more too, that could be me one day
that’s why i love trump, ’cause, see, he see my way
we gon’ make america white again
’cause i don’t wanna compete with people who
work harder than me ’cause we all spited them
and if i considered that how we living is wrong
that would mean that i would have to concede that the sale and beating
of those bodies was uncalled for, that it was all the murder and rape
that got us these sundays at the golf course, that we as heinous
as they try to make us out to be, why would i even try?
there’s nothing in it for me to not treat it as lie
so far as i’m concerned, all the blacks, jews, and the g-ys
and the muslims and the mexicans could leave or die
i do it all for the klan, these are my brothers
they understand me, and we all understand each other
don’t tell me that our fathers and mothers should be ashamed
i’m riding out forever for my gang gang gang gang gang

my name marcus and i’m in the feds
i been locked up for four years and six is left
i got ten for armed robbery sh-t and honestly
i ain’t even wanna do it and it’s hard not to get depressed
i’m dying here, was banging colors since a youngling
was born into a gang ’cause of the block that i grew up in
i done seen many die, and a few folks k!ll
but when the world won’t give you nothing, sh-t, you gon’ steal
and my gang was all i knew, brothers amongst the madness
drugs and death all around us and we was angry and callous
the gang sh-t was all we had, we made mistakes and were misled
but why my gang got me in jail, and yours got you home in bed?
riddle me that, my skin black, it’s simple as that
the hatred you both got for me is all written in fact
of our inst-tutions you confused and feel like getting me back
for what? for living poor in conditions that’s wack?
you claim that i strike fear in you, but what you feel is you
for me to live how you’d call clean would be a miracle
the data’s empirical, you hate it when my people march for me
but don’t you too scream cuz you feel they ain’t hearing you?
sh-t, your whole premise is false
but i won’t waste no time tryna break your prejudice walls
point is we all on some gang sh-t, loyal to what we’s taught
believe in what was p-ssed down our community’s theme of thought
and i’m the only one in cuffs for it
if i get out a better man, i’m still f-cked for it
you turn the tv on and look, you got trump for it
the president is in your gang, b-tch,
and you still point at me to blame sh-t
i pray that when i get out, sh-t ain’t all the same
but it’s a cold world to be alone in when the whole place
that you grown in treat you like dogs in the rain
sh-t, i might f-ck around and call gang, gang gang gang

- marlon craft

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