What the fuck, boys????!!! This ain’t no toast. This a motherfuckin’ warnin’!! One for the lost. One for the hunted. One for the real. --- “Breaking news tonight out of South District. Police have confirmed a fatal shooting involving an unarmed Black male. Witnesses say he did not resist. Tensions are rising as community members demand answers. No official statement has been made." --- Oho Shot, shot – one for the pain. Shot, shot – burn through the chain. Shot, shot – they cross that line. I fire back – no fuckin’ pause, no sign. Oho Shot, shot – name in the dirt. Shot, shot – numb to the hurt. Shot, shot – fuck bein’ safe. Say my name loud – mark that place. They said freedom got a price – I paid in blood. Left my brother in the street, face down in mud. Mama’s prayers don’t stop no lead, and I got voices in my head screamin’ "next one’s dead." I ain’t perfect, but I don’t fold, still walk through fire like I’m cast in mold. Cops creep slow like they huntin’ prey, and my rage got rhythm, like a clip on play. I see more truth in a alley deal than in them eyes of suits who fake what’s real. Can’t fake pain, can’t fake loss – I bled on tracks just to pay that cost. My past got scars that don’t erase, every one a bloody bar I lace. --- Oho Shot, shot – one for the pain. Shot, shot – burn through the chain. Shot, shot – they cross that line. I fire back – no fuckin’ pause, no sign. Oho Shot, shot – name in the dirt. Shot, shot – numb to the hurt. Shot, shot – fuck bein’ safe. Say my name loud – mark that place. They build they lies in marble halls, then flood our blocks with them dirty calls. They sell us war, then sell the cure, but I ain’t buyin’ no hope from the fuckin’ store. Shot to the judge with the cold-ass eyes, shot to the preacher who profit off cries. I ain’t Malcolm, I ain’t King – but I swing like both when them sirens sing. I write my truth in the blood of fear, scream so loud that the dead might hear. This ain’t for charts, ain’t for no fame – this for the ones who die with no name. They print our rage, then call it crime – but never heard us the first damn time. --- Oho Shot, shot – one for the pain. Shot, shot – burn through the chain. Shot, shot – they cross that line. I fire back – no fuckin’ pause, no sign. Oho Shot, shot – name in the dirt. Shot, shot – numb to the hurt. Shot, shot – fuck bein’ safe. Say my name loud – mark that place. They hand out time like candy in court, but ain’t no justice when your skin’s the report. They smile in suits while the block go red, another mom get a flag, another brother dead. Shot for the judge with that god complex, shot for the truth they twist in text. I see ghosts in that liquor light – every bottle a name, every night a fight. My story ain’t clean, but it’s real as hell – and I spit that flame ‘til the system fell. This world don’t heal – it hide the bruise, and turn the ones who scream to news. But I ain’t here to play they part – I bring this war with a open, broken heart. Oho Shot for the fathers who ain’t come home. Shot for the daughters raised alone. Shot for the kids with no safe night – just sirens, silence… and flickerin’ light. Oho Shot, shot – one for the pain. Shot, shot – burn through the chain. Shot, shot – they cross that line. I fire back – no pause, no sign. Oho Shot, shot – name in the dirt. Shot, shot – numb to the hurt. Shot, shot – fuck bein’ safe. Say my name loud – mark that place. Shot, shot Shot, shot Oho If they come for me – better bring more than shots.
