Markus B. - Mercy Me (B.A.M)

Rip to George Floyd, Breonna Taylor, Elijah McClain I
Could go on Forever... R.I.P
To everybody who lost Their
Lives To the ones who allegedly
Are here to protect us... as a
People We need to come together
But will We ever... Will we... never
The black man the most hunted Species on earth, the reaper
Bending Corners in my hood
Scythe in hand In a Hearst
Dying to live and yet we
In a rush, not realizing
Death dying to Get you
Just as much, the police
Killing rest in Peace to
George Floyd Police nothing
But terrorists in a Uniform
Ahmad Aubrey gunned
Down he was unarmed
It wasn't 12 Just MAGA
Crackas causing us Harm
Since our start in America
We Was done wrong
40 Acres and a Mule shit that's
Long gone, if I get Robbed
Or mobbed I can't dial, 911
Suicide that's my own homicide
I’m Tired I Wanna ride on
Em (Ride on Em) unite my
Brothers open fire on
Em (Open fire) so many brothers
Fell Victim to the Streets but
I bet you Just as many fell
Victim to police have Mercy
Say!! We the wiz of this Oz
Lets go From niggas to Gods
Police our Own hoods and
Keep they ass out of Ours
Cause Nigga we at odds
R.I.P To Marvin Gaye man
This is some Timeless music
Right here man... still Relevant
My baby sis going to be police
I hope She make a difference
At first that Shit I wasn't with it
I ride with mine And I Got
A new addition, clip Extension
Hold 34 one over Steph so
Ain't no missing, these bitches
Gang Banging mane They
Set trippin', cuz I See mo blood
They on a murder Mission
Cops opps give 'em shots
Watch 'em pay attention
Don't stop Bussin', we
Drumming like Percussion's
You cough up blood take Yo Medicine swallow that
Robitussin, you Gon' face
These Repercussions, citizens
Arrest they Ass 'till they can’t
Breathe how i'm Cuffing
We living in death... day
And age where life worth less
Eager To rip my soul free
From my flesh Take my heart
Out my chest, control My
Mind dictate what I do next
Want me dumb so i can’t
Progress Stuck up in projects
They treat us like Rats in lab Projects, experimenting On
Us all they think they oh so slick
Sometimes you gotta sacrifice
Yo life For the good of yo ppl
Our leaders Died and we still
Aint’t viewed as Equal... so
My Nigga this here be the
Sequel!... If you tired like
I’m Tired... you gon' do
Something about It... fuck
Pulling out that Phone
Recording... intervene! have
Mercy On my folk

Written by:
Markus Brown

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