I Suppose

[Verse 1: Nixon] I don't really see nothing new on the news, someone shot dead in the head but they don't got clues/ People just simply refuse, to cooperate with officials/ Everybody heard the shots but didn't see the pistol/ Probably two young black individuals/ Damn we get stereotyped so much, like if someone gets stabbed or shot, it's always us/ Always back of the bus, no rosa parks around no more/ King probably watching in heaven, ask what I died for?/ Probably grounded to the floor, I feel like nothing really changed/ Tubman on this track the way I getaway with trains/ 200 years later and they still wearing chains, but now they're only gold/ Streets getting very cold, but they got heat/ Grab a seat, or be flat on your back, not lying/ Dimes are always dying, thoughts on top of your head?/ I guess she wasn't lying, she wasn't on top your bed? Lead could leave you dead, with nothing/ Thank God for every breath and pray for brighter days/ But not one of you are trying to fix your ways/ But trust me that tool won't even help you/ Stop trying to fix people's problems and just help yourself/ But some of y'all are just too caught up in trying to be somebody else/ But go ahead and live your life, just trying to drop a little advice/ So maybe you could go and live it right/ Really you should put down that reefer/ Your not perfect, but I never said i was either/ Probably packing a pistol but what are you gonna do?/ Because they don't even need to know your name anymore to kill you [Bridge: Nixon] Supposed to look like a fool Supposed to do bad in school Supposed to go to jail Supposed to not get bail Supposed to go and hit licks Supposed to be statistics [Verse 2: Nixon] I kinda find it messed up how they keep claiming they'll stick up for there brothers/ But almost always end up kilingl each other/ Tired of hearing all of this trap raps/ From the same ones that ain't even about that/ Then I'm tired of these females with those pics on instagram you need to stop/ My mother told me to respect you boo, but honestly you don't even give me a reason to/ Maybe it's just me that doesn't want the cream/ My teachers don't even have dreams/ They just pass out papers evenly/ But then again maybe that's how this life made them/ So I can't really say it's there fault/ The tv screen has desensitized them to the point Where they used to hearing about rape, violence, and assault/ "Oh well" is probably what they say/ It just "happens everyday"/ But that's not my point as a whole/ I'm just hopping you don't become a victim, to these systems of control/ I suppose I suppose I suppose