One Peace & Sagan Petr Smith - POPO

Foreal it's still motherfuck the popo
Foreal it's still motherfuck the popo
Foreal it's still motherfuck the popo
Kill people get paid to chill behind closed doors
Foreal it's still motherfuck the popo
Foreal it's still motherfuck the popo
Foreal it's still motherfuck the popo
Kill people get paid to chill behind closed doors
Some will never learn that black lives matter
They was raised by racist papas and nanas
Waivin' confederate flags like bandanas
Why do you hold onto that L failure in a banner
I think you hate yourself jealous in your banter
Can't stand to see you standing yet hate to see you kneeling
Rather see you layed down 6 feet sealed quick
Sayin that ya brandished weapon justify the killing
Sayin that resist arrest shit justify the spillage
Sit back get paid to beat the case killin' kids
Puttin' toddlers in a cage shippin' crates of children
15k for cabinets twisted front for some real shit
Bout time the levee broke tear down the damn.
Built and torn down by the same black hand
For these jazz and blues tunes thank the black man
I'ma get my nazi scalps fuckin' cuttin' off they hands
Foreal it's still motherfuck the popo
Foreal it's still motherfuck the popo
Foreal it's still motherfuck the popo
Kill people get paid to chill behind closed doors
Foreal it's still motherfuck the popo
Foreal it's still motherfuck the popo
Foreal it's still motherfuck the popo
Kill people get paid to chill behind closed doors
Put a punk ass power trippin' piggy on a spit
For all the years of torment watch the bacon drip
Set a trap at Krispy Kreme and lock em in
Conduct our own Stanford prison experiment.
Funny thinkin' bout how they wrote the case that gave me
I can't lie 25 years had me shaking
19 with a kidnapping charge
For snatching a kid up and draggin' him outside the car
But that's only they side of the story
What about me getting jumped possibly over a shorty?
I was just trying to flee the scene
But a rich kid got bold so I snatched him by his weave.
Weaved into traffic
Weary wits won't get you gold like boldness will
But the shadows offer a cold that holds a hopeless feel
Stay underground or get told how to hold the steal
Get thrown in with the droves a lonesome deal
The roads for lone soldiers drove by the rogue appeal
Lone wolves wolfing down the whole wholesome meal
Every piece of the pie
100 percent

Written by:
Joshua McClellan

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