Yasiin Bey - Made You Die (Trayvon Martin Tribute) lyrics

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Yasiin Bey - Made You Die (Trayvon Martin Tribute) lyrics

[Stic.man of Dead Prez] Now let's put it all in perspective Before the outrage burns out misdirected What can we do so our community's protected? I believe that should be our main objective While we full of rage and we wanna make a difference Let's do more than protest Let's make a commitment, to be pro-active Not just emotional reactin'. Move like G's never pa**ive Organize safe teams, martial art cla**es Get to the gun range and make your aim accurate Self defense is a must by any tactic Security protocol, make it a daily practice [Mikeflo] They say I look suspicious, I get it all the time Pro-black face tatted when they drop dime Follow me get on yo' jack, tell 'em to come get me Or better yet, yo dun, you be the judge jury We gotta make better war moves Police the pigs, polish our own tools Fight back, become a force to be reckoned Let 'em feel the consequence pullin' that weapon They do what they wanna to who they think they can Understand, there's no respect for the black man What's the solution, the ballot or the bullet, G? Gimme that pistol, that vote never give us free I tell the young people "go 'head, protest." Petitions, picket signs, citizens arrest Just know we at war so get your game face on Hoodie on I bomb first for Trayvon [M1 of Dead Prez] I'm tired of the marchin', the rallyin', the protestin' We hoopin' and hollerin', still we gettin' no justice Cedeno, Diallo, Bell, Grant and Trayvon It's the free mix on your radio station Turn it up so you can drown out all the media hype We plottin', plannin' and strategizin' ready to fight The government ain't gon' stop it as long as they make a profit Off our criminalization our people gon' be a target Justin Sipp and Wendell Allen, who gon' be next? f** the talkin' get some power then we get some respect When I die don't put me on a shirt my n***a Be a revolutionary make 'em hurt my n***a That's a quote from NY Money that's my RBG family Stic Man, Mikeflo and Mos Def it's insanity Cause we do the same thing expectin' different results I'm checkin' the vital signs but I ain't gettin' no pulse (Yasiin Bey) A view from a true G's perspective These mic machines oppose all oppression They appointed here to uphold justice But it get denied, yo, they cheat and they lie, folk Hate views, fake moves, and wild hostile Young black world in a struggle for survival Great stress in effect, disrespect, disconnect Judged on why these skittles and iced tea Gun shots and blood that break the nights raids A self-appointed judge, it might be Nazi Insecurity identity doubt You think that they see a neighbor, they see a villain is out Standard answer it was random police movement Inconclusive confusion, the present news clips, callous bullsh** Every talking head is clueless, man they stuck on channel stupid Sick of the town, we know it's win that It's time to fix that for every place we live at Put in work where ought to change the wack facts That make you holler in the hour when they say that They shootin', made you die They act as if the murder in a sense is not crime k**ers on the run, watchmen your times up, Mr. Murder where you hidin' at, they shootin', made you die They act as if the murder in a sense is not crime k**ers on the run, watchmen your times up, I hope hear this Right where you're hidin' at

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