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letra de police brutality (207 bars) - orenda

[verse 1: orenda]
started out normal as can be
up at about noon check the phone to see
who’s up to chill today
or is anyone bouta come my way
12:30 and the apple dry
i’ll wait about another hour maybe to try
and check up again, go downstairs
so fast all of the dog’s hairs
fly off the flannel as i dash to the kitchen
took my time while i ate, which in
during my meal my phone is ringing
home alone so i walk upstairs singing
check the caller id and see its d
haven’t done jack with him yet b
comes to me like “aye wanna chill today?”
“aye d, i’ll check with momma, you wanna guess what she’ll say?”
“i’ll see if ash can and will chill and get me”
“aight man do you go and see cause we
haven’t all chilled since the cape trip”
call ends as i’m pulling up a new clip
in boii think to myself i should get ready
as i start to steady
the scope, boom headshot
game over, for a second felt like deadshot
jeans, tee, sweatshirt, bandana, and board
2pac blasting over the speaker soundcloud she reward
me for being such a loyal loyal user
but whatever these are shower or back of the cruiser
thoughts going through my head, car honks
outside i go to get them jay’s on as d clonks
his body into my door tryna open it
get up one shoe on to unlock it or he won’t quit
hug my old friend and slide on the last one
only took thirty to get done
but whatever momma gave the okay time to run
to the mall then the beach for fun in the sun
sitting shotgun as ash drives we
pop in a burnt cd
jam out to that hasani and zedd
one-time and a fed
all rolling in the same car
never good news for a crew
they pull over, if a cop hurt me who
does ashley or donut call for help?
there’s more to it than “welp!”
lights turn on with the sirens man
pull over, oh no, what’s their plan
flashing lights and sirens never good
that combo causes the hood
to all run like a track race
they chase while we set the pace
as we’re all getting id’s out
cop at each window asks what we’re about
to do with our day
we try to explain but he shuts us up as we start to say
in the car silent just waiting to be told
what he wants us to do, can’t try to be bold
because bravery gets you shot
and i ain’t bout to catch a bullet i got
plans today
that’ll get in the way
hands on the holster speaks louder than
any story of “he shot, i ran”
tell me a good story with snapbacks and tattoos
when renda and ct got gats too
things never end well
one way ticket to h-ll
thank god we left em back
i got a henna on my back
cop thought it was gang signs
like nah b it aligns
myself with valhalla
should’ve been in ac only cost a dollar
ash took her hands off the wheel
anyone who been pulled over knows how i feel
at this moment, she “f’d” up bad
like ash that’s sad
cause now i look out my window
and cops got his thing tho
out and out at my face
now it’s a race
to get hands up before triggers down
then we all in the newspaper in the town
add three more to the k/d
one white one light skin and one dark
caught outside of town by the park
on pearl st, all it really is
is more for the media biz
gut feeling i’m bouta be smoked like wiz
on a friday night in the hills
there aren’t any set of skills
you need to not be killed when stopped
but let’s listen to the story of us being copped
windows down with guns in our faces
all because we of two separate races
hands touch the roof not much more
i can do, hands on roof feet on floor
ordered out the car, i oblige like i should
hands on top of the car, okay good
no bullets in me yet, i’m doing alright
started wondering if i’d survive the night
it’s becoming pretty optimistic though i’m being hollered at
get on your knees as i get poked with his gat
my hands on the back of my head
i start to sweat more bullets than he has in his clip
he asks up about grif but loose lips sink ships
so i reply “i don’t know officer who’s grif”
“oh that’s real funny keep it up when the k9s sniff
your car” what can i do now
besides wait it out how?
but freest lying in my head of course
summer air and pollen got my throat ho-rs-
as if i can get up but get hit back down
like this is there town
is it cause me and d are brown?
i ask “why ain’t she on the groun’?”
“cause she hasn’t done anything to p-ss
me off” she’s the one who lead us into this
predicament of black and blue dudes
would’ve already been shot if hip hop
was on the radio, shot by a cop
while f tha police is b-mping loud
two color headshots in a white crowd
is exactly how’d we’d go out
there ain’t really much of a doubt
in my mind a-t-m
“if you shoot me shoot them”
spouts ashley like “s-t-f-u
you’re the one who
got us in this mess”
“got anything you wanna confess you possess?”
ask d in a fit of rage, understandable
now ash gets defensive like she steals cable
okay officer can we get up i kinda need
to cause my knees bouta bleed
on the street
i’m on my feet
for about a second before i get hit back
back of his g-19 make a crack
in the side of my head
now i want this b-i-b dead
this boy bouta put some lead
in me, he got me back on my knees
ain’t even gonna ask to get up no “please”
they want me forever on my knees
hands in the air, bullet in my side
telling me “it’s gonna be a long ride”
they’re saying i tried to run but i didn’t
“yeah but, you tried”
not once did i think of bolting
and experiencing the jolting
pain of a taser in my backside
finally got a chance to ki go out on my own
going to kalil’s i told momma, but by my tone
i could tell she knew i lied
as the concrete rips my knees apart
i don’t even have the heart
to think about the baby of my dreams
cause whether i run or stay it seems
i’m gonna be tased, shot, whipped, and blamed
close my eyes to accept my fate
close my eyes to love thyself instead of hate
others for their own misdeeds and misinterpretations
there can’t be freedom in nations
that’s begun on slavery and genocide
ethnical cleanings and homicde
once we on the streets i can’t be your guide
cause i’m trying to protect myself from
the boys in blue, one time, 5-0
whatever you call em, always begin with oh no
ain’t about off the police, don’t twist it
just the corrupt ones, orendas words are writ
corrupt cop cars with shottys up front
bullets track you like blur, shunt
heat’s got a lotta range
ain’t it a little strange
how once the cop grab his gun
we all start to run
or hide even ‘fore the bang bang
thug n-gg-s’ heads h-t the floor, clang clang
silenced no more gang gang
like they from easton, d-mn
corrupt cops leave us lying while they in the ram
while they warm in there seats
while we cold, loosing blood on the streets
i ain’t target practice, i’m a humanbeing
tell me is anyone else seeing
just what i am seeing
close my eyes my mind is deep
close my eyes it’s time for sleep
a heartbeat of blood runs down my shirt and pools
as i do it too cools
look down at my chest and
see a hole in my chest clean through
i don’t have the strength to stand
hand on my chest like i’m doing the pledge
turn my head around to see just who
is holding the smoking gun
can’t even try to run
after whoever did it cause i can’t even
think of bolting or leaving
the scene behind my but now that’s too las
cause god has sealed my fate
no real time to say goodbye
no real time to cry
no tears, no flood
cause all water has turn red with blood

- orenda

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