Verse
C#9 B9
These old sneakers, faded blue jeans, no tricks, no gimmicks
C#9
I be stomping down-down, down-down, down demons
B9
Rolling up trees in the belly of the beast
A
Where the people disagree
C#9
The upper class hate, middle don't exist
B9
The bottom of the beat, glad I got my sticks
C#9
Are you jumping on a fad, laying in a ditch
B9 A
I be stomping down demons, stomping down quick, come on
[Chorus]
C#9
And please don't come around these parts
B9
And tell me that we all a bunch of animals
C#9
The only time they wanna turn the cameras on
B9 A
Is when we're fuckin' shit up, come on
[Verse 2]
C#9
Bullets still ringing, blood on the cement
B9
Black folks grieving, headlines reading
C#9
Tryna pay it no mind, you just living your life
B9 A
Everyone is a witness, everyone got opinions
C#9
Got a son of my own, look him right in his eyes
B9
I ain't living in fear, but I'm holding him tight
C#9
Got a son of my own, look him right in his eyes
B9 A
I ain't living in fear, but I'm holding him tight
[Bridge]
C#9 B9
And the old folks tell me it's been going on since back in the day
But that don't make it okay
C#9 B9
And the white folks tell me all the looting and the shooting's insane
A
But you don't know our pain
[Chorus]
C#9
And please don't come around these parts
B9
And tell me that we all a bunch of animals
C#9
The only time they wanna turn the cameras on
B9 A
Is when we're fuckin' shit up, come on
C#9
And please don't come around these parts
B9
And tell me that we all a bunch of animals
C#9
The only time they wanna turn the cameras on
B9 A
Is when we're fuckin' shit up, come on
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