Myrlin - Old Story lyrics

(Verse One) Look at the rage of the man with the gun in his hand As he stroll past your Momma in the mini van Dam where he goin? (uh) Now what's his motive? (uh) Call it vengeance, dissolution, abuse and god complex, victimhood What's it matter motherf**er he's shootin' And he dressed in blue. No, he dressed like a frat boy, no he k**er-k**er cop No, he rich-rich like Tommy Hilifiger was his pops And he keeps on shootin' And they say it ain't about race But the fact is it's as much about race as it is about cla** As it is about power, as it is about the power we lack And where we at? Colorado, Oregon, California St Louise, Ferguson, Arizona Staten Island Wounded Knee Sandy Hook Sand Creek Virginia Tech Tuskegee, syringe stuck in your neck And you still can't feel a thing Cuz you comatose with your apathy And we still can't breathe (Chorus) It's an old story, they sayin' “please don't shoot” It's an old story, they sayin' “please don't shoot” It's an old story, they sayin' “please don't shoot” Please Don't Shoot, Please Don't Shoot, Please Don't Shoot (Verse Two) They teach us that boys are biologically engineered for violence That women are naturally emotional, illogical, and mindless They say that its science And we follow the script according to how we are guided We teach boys that their value is dependent on their will to do violence “Little Johnny better man up! Better man up! Better stop cryin!' Take this toy gun, go run, fantasize about somebody dying! And that's the guidance So when Johnny take his gat and rat-a-tat the whole cla**, bullets flying We act shocked like “what was goin on in his mind at time, why Johnny commit homicide?” Cuz he thought what he was taught Like a k**er Cop when he on the block screamin “who the boss-boss? who the boss-boss? I ain't soft-soft! I can take a life without cryin!” But the difference is Johnny go penitentiary Johnny go penitentiary, Johnny go penitentiary k**er Cop walks free (Bridge) Here I am in the land of the free and the home of slaves where they take pistol straight to your face What you got what you give how much blood do you bleed until you Break those chains? (Verse Three Sean Avery) Try to be bourgeoisie Shiny watch and Wisco-T Hating men who look like me on BET and twitter feeds Loving my body is hardly easy, I'm sorry Momma My school cannot save me cuz boys who look like me dieing On backstreets like roadk** I pray but shots still, steal souls from earth I hope a heaven above us Five minutes from my house Cops shot Tony Robbinson Say his name Tony Robbinson All these men look like Zimmerman Trying to murder Emmitt again So much power in mortal hands But no justice for citizens Who are people of color Casualties in the slaughter Each bullet is telling our children k**ing is normal And I don't want to be equal I just want safety (Chorus and Outro) It's an old story, they sayin' “please don't shoot” It's an old story, they sayin' “please don't shoot” It's an old story, they sayin' “please don't shoot” Please Don't Shoot, Please Don't Shoot, Please Don't Shoot [Verse Three] Try to be bourgeois Shinny watch and Wisco-T Hating men who look like me On B.E.T. and Twitter Feeds Loving my body is hardly easy I'm sorry, Mama my school can not save me Cuz boys who look like me dieing on back streets Like road k**, I pray but shots still Steal souls from earth I hope a heaven above us Five minutes from my house cops shot Tony Robinson Say his name, “Tony Robinson.” All these men are like Zimmerman Trying to murder Emmitt again So much power in mortal hands And no justice for citizens who are people of color Casualties in the slaughter. Every bullet is telling Our children k**ing is normal. And I don't want to be equal I just want safety