Oh, let me apply the pressure, ayy
Start off 'fore we end up gettin' march on
On your marks, get set, ready, gunshot
I put my hands in the air so you don't shoot
How in the world could you dare let a boss ruin?
Now do you care about all the eyes on you?
Now you wanna say we're tellin' lies on you
Same motherfuckers that be killin' off the planet
Are the same fuckers advising you
But true, this stuff is surprising to
See them profit just off of depriving youth
Why you wanna all dress lies as truth?
Have you ever seen what silence do?
I don't wanna see no violent troops
Puttin' out fires that haven't even been started
With a raw tip, man, I'm tired too
But I don't lose, I refuse
Take a walk in my shoes
Or any other young black person in this age
All we ever know this pain
