Molotov

Petrol bomb mother fucker!
Petrol bomb mother fucker!
Petrol bomb mother fucker!
In their minds our lives don’t matter
Even a time travel couldn’t find a time
Where they treat a black live better
Every black body born a crime like Trevor
So they sever our endeavours
And make sure we never climb that ladder
Weaponising the police against us
When we innocent they treat us like gangsters
Descendants of kings and queens
But their systems trying to clip our wings
Bitching about flatting the curve
But black men being beaten on the curb
Petrol bomb mother fucker!
Petrol bomb mother fucker!
Petrol bomb mother fucker!
Petrol bomb mother fucker!
Petrol bomb mother fucker!
Petrol bomb mother fucker!
Petrol bomb mother fucker!