Televised, Pt. 3

Got lies from the man tryna hypnotize
Yall dont know why. yet you follow like that idiot box is god
Word is law i won’t stop there. all is good so long as you look fair
Judged at birth so your skin is worth (worth what?)
A world of difference in the land of crooks
You hate drug dealers yet you dont blame the white devil that set the trap
Of course the want a brother on crack
Of course they want a sister calling herself «Bitch»
Glued to screens that fit in out back pocket
Pigs moving like militia down in ferguson killing black folks
How you justify that tho?
What happened to peace?
These streets ain’t safe
Ducking bullets from out neighbors and dodging the cops
Enough is enough no justice no peace
Fuck police
The revolution is here, evil beware, how long you think this shitt will last
its time to unify the mass
Voltron, assembled time to rock the spot yo mr white in the suit let me ask you
this
Why every time a black man take a stand he’s «violent»
Why the of color victim gotta have a criminal past?
Think fast, quicker than barry the flash (thats that)
Full blast, the way we come lyrically maxed (laugh last)
In god they trust but what god do they trust in? worshipping duckets,
criminal funding
The facts make me sicker than pork on a stick
But keep me motivated like women impressed
Blessed, but still we got no time to rest
Your authority means nothing to gods and kings
Cee-won x breaking on the set as if my name was Abby Martin
Adidas on my feet cause talk is cheap, im buggin
I can see now (you are the one on the run) I can see now