The Hate You Give

Makes me feel

on a whole other level 

I have to cope and deal

I see your gun 

pointed at my son

My dad, my uncle, my cousin, my granpa

I refuse to choose sides, but I know what I saw

mistake a brush for a gun 

a black for a thug

killing us gets them high 

like a legal drug

I have on a hoodie so im suspicios

I'm black so i'm violent

So that gives you the right to kill me and leave my family crying.

Crooked world it is

because of The Hate You Give