Ok, you got me, I surrender. Real as they come, I'm no pretender.
If you caught it, I'm probably the sender
You call me offender. Even call me suspect with no knowledge of me.
Maybe that's what got you tryin to rush me
Unlawfully touch me. No plans to cuff me, bust me all upside my head & then stuff me
Into your backseat, then into your holdin cell
Where you can cut loose and, where you want to show me hell
Cause when you was younger, maybe you got no respect
Now you got a gun and a badge and you wanna flex
Judge me, convict me, lie and execute me
Wait, I got my hands up officer, Don't Shoot Me!
I can't breathe! Get my head up off the cement!
Now I know what NWA and Ice-T meant
You too quick to bust, just us, wait, you second-guessin
I ain't be got no weapon!
I got my hands up
I do this for Trayvon Martin, for Eric Garner, for Mike Brown
For them officers of the got-damn law who wanna lay us down
Tamir Rice got shot twice in the stomach
Cause he was playin with a toy gun, they killed him for nothin
Melissa Williams and Tim Russell refused to stop
And for that alone, between them, they took 47 shots
Steve Washington from California had autism
What could possess you, Mr. officer, to kill him?
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