Kill Me First

[1:06 second skit and instrumental to open]

[Blueprint]

Yeah; I'm often haunted by thoughts of crooked cops

Glocks raised, blockin my sunrays and optimism

It only takes one shot to take what we got

The gift of life, and make your body start to stiffen

It's a shame that we each gotta lose

loved ones before we see tomorrow's not given

As sure as the sun shines, I'll go for mine

So when I die, at least I'll know that I died livin

Tim Thomas ran from two cops out to get him

into a dark alley, then two shots hit him

Another inner city killing nobody witnessed

Swept under the rug, as official police business

I seen his moms on television, pleadin and cryin

Tellin cops to stop killing

And calm down the youth that choose not to listen

One life, one love, but all we got is vengeance

Now they're on a burn down the Sin City mission

Lookin for the pigs that licked shots and got missin

You know it's chaos even if you don't hear it

Cause the air smells like gun smoke and teen spirit

Whatever is goin down I want to be near it

When a thousand stand as one, you start to feel fearless

Enough to walk across hot coal no matter how hot

Break another window, maybe throw another rock

Maybe so, maybe not (maybe so, maybe not)

Maybe I'll be the next black man to get shot

Maybe so, maybe not (maybe so, maybe not)

Maybe I'll be the next black man to get shot, but, but..

[Chorus: x2]

You'll have to kill me first

Before I get inside the paddywagon

You took too many of my people

Nobody knows what happened

[guest rapper]

It's kind of fucked up cause as a child I do remember Officer Friendly

Homey that hit the crib later to peep the Chi sweeps

Have you ever had your spot raided for dope, couches ripped

Glass tables flipped, brass bent, dogs sniffin in the cereal

NyQuil and aspirin tossed out the medicine cabinets

Just to find these stupid motherfuckers had the wrong apartment

No apologies or nothin, left my mother in tears

After scramblin to get it destroyed, a life scarring

was bad enough my coat was wore and hell I even smiled

when a cop {?} sloppy in crossfire

Hopin that she died in hallway piss

Retribution for my feelings of bein cuffed to a fence

Harassed in front of {?} droppin my {?} white she asked about some fuckin colors

But ain't no Crips from where I reside

On one occasion walkin to Osco threatened by a dick

Talkin 'bout we walkin down the wrong blocks

Now that I think about it was the first time that I saw a glock

Upper loaded black barrel at eyelevel, these muh'fuckin heathens

And I seen it in the bitch's racist face that she wanted to pull

her image burned inside my mind forever

Until I have yet to tell my seeds, Kaneisha still believes

And I'm prayin it's an occupation she don't wanna ever see

A living that my cousin wasn't blue enough to be

And ever since a child they made a lifelong enemy of me, shit

[Chorus]