Here We Go

Awww….here we go, here we go
Yep, Yep, here we go, here we go
Here we go, here we go
Act, Act, Act like you know
Act, Act, Act like you know
Here we go, here we go

Aw naw yep we got Trog on the beat
Mixed with Nitro, flow is so discrete
This the type of shit that make you move you feet
Or cuss people out and take it back to the street
Stand up
Naw I’mma take a knee on this one
Two middle fingers in the air, go on and kiss them
But don’t get distracted, yo, please stay focused
Cuz the leader of the free world is cold and hopeless
Racial injustice, it always follow me
But this aint twitter, I just want some equality
For every ethnicity, creed, and background
Rapper and social worker stating the facts now
When I look around, I can see you clowns
Profiling anybody whose skin is brown
But tell me this though, why yall fools in riot gear
Cuz we don’t see no riots over here

(Here we go here we go)
We don’t see no riots over here
(Here we go here we go)
We don’t see no riots over here

I aint goin nowhere, I’m standing my ground
Don’t you see all these people, aint nobody backing down
Year after year, it’s the same old story
Cops commit crimes and get all the glory
This one time though, I was leaving Imos
Then I turn around, and here come the Popo’s
Two officers, both of them white
Searchin on my pockets interrupting my night
They started huffin and puffin, cussin and bluffin
Then they ran my name and came back with nothin
I don’t know all the law, but this aint legal
Got my hands on the wall and my feet spread eagle
Where I’m going, shit it’s none of your business
But you might wanna chill cuz it’s a gang of witnesses
They know me well, and I’m here all the time
Right before I write songs about cops committing crimes
Here we go, with the bullshit again
Yep, yep, here we go, here we go
Here we go, here we go

You cannot compare a owl to a falcon
I am not Martin, I’m more like Malcom
Don’t come at me with all that peaceful talkin
Black steady dying, cops still walkin
One step forward, five steps back
This is what life is like when you black
White privilege is like invisible backpacks
With all kinds of tools we aint got in our knapsack
I don’t make excuses, I grind til the sun down
I don’t trust the man, or even his woman now
Backstabbers, a snake in the ground
Snitch face, man I really hate these clowns
Even when I leave the room I still be listening
Flies on the wall, ear hustle position
Yeah we stick together sometimes like yall do
Especially when it’s racial, yeah I said especially when it’s racial

So here we go, here we go