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