[Intro:]
This is WJZ TV Baltimore
From the city, to the counties to your neighborhood
[Verse 1: Wayne Collins]
What's new? Besides the blues on the tube
From scandals in schools, cops misusing the tool
'Posed to protect and serve all the people they swore too
But they lying more than SVU in the court room
Its more than black lives matter, cause every life matters
Abuses of power, shattering social construct ladders
Who do one call, when police are corrupt
If that one ain't now, I know he had thought
Many trained to racial profile blacks in cars
A taillight out, or they riding too deep pull 'em ova
Clear title, clean motor, but yet the sh**s stolen
And n***a scared for other reasons so he keeps rolling
White cop, black guy, bullets start to fly
Who am I to lie, Its all over your Facebook timelines
Blacks doing crime, they saying I guess they gotta die
I ask, how I can raise a kid in these racist times?
Like the civil rights era wasn't even justified
I see with these Eagles eyes like Shia in his prime
Blacks trying get even with Steven
And see yo thats the white man
Acres of land, vacations in sand and in his heart he holds the clan
No games Triple K , the tag name a cross bathed in flames
White horses, and no c**aine
For them its like a drug when a n***a gets hanged
Anyway, we talking politics it never really helped to this day
Cause reps and democrats they all the same to me
Liberties you take for granted when you living overseas
When some people face execution just for their beliefs
Believe me I ain't lied yet, the clouds ain't thick
Clear blue skies just some political rhymes
Never do time, only bars I'm seeing I write
Probably writing my wrongs 'til the end of my life
[Chorus 1:]
Roll something up, pour something up
For the blues on the thirteenth channel
This is WJZ TV Baltimore
From the city, to the counties to your neighborhood
Roll something up, pour something up
For the blues on the thirteenth channel
[Verse 2: Saint Andrews]
They love to hate us, we wanted a couple acres
Owe us a couple favors, we supposed to love the nation?
They don't burn us, but they roast us up in publications
Police love to chase us, do what they want like nothing sacred
Ain't it? The picture they painted had an easel made from privilege
Canvas made from d**h, palette full of pain
Brush full of stress, now see which colors bleed the best
I'm black as f** like steering with one-hand when I'm backing up
Or subwoofers in the back of trucks so diabetes keep backing up
Or always running fast enough but never running fast enough
Is that enough tell 'em read your rights before they grab you up
And pa** the blunt before they pa** the cuffs
Quit being ashamed of yourself before they laugh at us
Damn, perception is a motherf**er
They see me as crazy I see ‘em as other brothers
Damn, double standards' motherf**er, I'm a tell you why
Rich people turn up, they celebrating
Poor people turn up, they rioting
Black refugees steal sh** they looting
White refugees steal sh** they surviving
Sound crazy to me, but I can never hate to be me
My mama said you grew up fast, but still a baby to me
I make mistakes so be patience with me
And stop spewing all these feelings you would hate to receive
Lights, camera, action every life matters
But right now we talking bout black ones
They k** your kid for running around with a orange cap gun
Why they have authority when they're basically blind
Answer that one? oh you can't?
Well turn the channel if can
[Chorus 2: Saint Andrews]
Roll it up for the thirteenth channel
Ain't nothing new on the thirteenth channel
Look at all the blues on the thirteenth channel
Don't know what to do with the thirteenth channel
Yeah
[Outro:]
This is WJZ TV Baltimore
From the city, to the counties to your neighborhood