BBOY ZERO - Red Wine

You don’t really see the bigger picture
Painting on canvas with only liquor
Stick in the mud with my feet up
Calling my homies to see what’s up
Then they tell me that I shouldn’t worry
Paying for school and the dormitory
One day they’ll follow my footsteps
Well then what’s next?
Cruising down the
Street with all my homies
Screaming ACAB
‘Till they scream right back, freeze
Put yo hands up
High where I can see them
When will they be held
Accountable for mayhem
Fill up my Carti a
Whole lotta red
I need a reason to
Get outta bed
Cause when I wake up there’s new
Blood every day
Turn on the news
This shit ain’t ok
Brothers and sisters
Are shot by the people
Who claim to protect
But they never got legal
Repercussions, who do you serve
Do you not know what the people deserve
It stem from the cities that redline
The HOLC sipping red wine
Do not call yourself an ally
For moving to indy to gentrify
Sending your children to private School
Does not help the children without the tools
To get out the mud in the shitty system
That we live in, that’s why I’m
Cruising down the
Street with all my homies
Screaming ACAB
‘Till they scream right back, freeze
Put yo hands up
High where I can see them
When will they be held
Accountable for mayhem
Cruising down the
Street with all my homies
Screaming ACAB
‘Till they scream right back, freeze
Put yo hands up
High where I can see them
When will they be held
Accountable for mayhem
I know I can’t say that much
I don’t wanna steps on your toes and such
But I watch this industry
With the silent labels and companies
Black artists make most of your profit
Yet you aren’t doing anything to stop this
It doesn’t cost anything to care
About an issue so severe
I’m always wondering when will it end
Saying shit you will never understand
Wrote a whole tape and you ask what it means
Maudlin is in the first minute it seems
That comprehension ain’t one of your strengths
But maybe it’s me and you’re pulling the strings
I never signed up to become a puppet but fuck it
I’m stuck in the middle and all outta luck while I’m
Cruising down the
Street with all my homies
Screaming ACAB
‘Till they scream right back, freeze
Put yo hands up
High where I can see them
When will they be held
Accountable for mayhem

Written by:
Zach Clar

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