BLM

Straight from the slums of the tabernacle

Where I'm from, **** slice you in the Adam's apple

Yeah, we roam the streets together, but we still in shackles

Screaming out, gang, gang, while your own attacks you

They say we only protest when the white men do it

But when it's a black man, it's cool

He gon' get what's coming to em

What happened to the Panthers?

Hoover ran through em

Got Fred in his sleep, while his BM lay next to him

A cold way to die, but they celebrate it

When they say your life matters, they always hesitate it

They got a black flag with a blue line

It's just another gang waving a blue flag

Don't be fooled, my ****

Please don't tell me that I matter

You don't mind

Please don't tell me that I matter

You don't mind

In 1804, we beat Napoleon's team

In the spirit of Desaline, I'm cutting **** in their spleen

Blacks don't got no team they only chasing cream And the poor

Would kill you for the sneakers on your feet

Our elders fought for freedom

While we fighting over pussy In school we sold drugs and we

Always played hooky Packing that blicky M Duke Think its candy

We selling drugs in school, in the bathroom or the pantry

You gotta understand me, I used to sell candy

Stole it from the store, then I sold it to the family

Slow down little man, you moving too fast

That was the old head back then, used to always sound like an ass

And now he's me

Please don't tell me that I matter, you don't mind

Please don't tell me that I matter, you don't mind

We might not be back, I might be in jail, I might be anywhere

But when I leave, you remember what i said

The last words on my lips

I am a revolutionary

And you're gonna have to keep on saying that

You're gonna have to say that I am a proletarian

I am a liberal

I'm not too big

You got to make a discussion

Make a discussion

Please don't tell me

That I matter

You don't mind