A Bad Reputation

Telling me to express myself that’s like telling me to wreck myself

How can I expect you to help me and you can’t even help yourself

I don’t even think I should call the police because they might think it was me

Or leave me dead in the streets because I’m selling CD’s

Or say that I’m resisting because I said I can’t breathe

Life is rough now it’s not fun

Get nervous and leave me dead ‘cause of a bb gun

I mean are you intimidated by opposites so you want to eliminate us

I just feel like you really hate us so sick of discrimination

I mean are you scared for your life so you take someone’s life

You type are giving cops a bad name this is why people don’t stand during the anthem

Because we don’t hear a song we just here cries and gun violence

Police brutality is why N.W.A. was never silent

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