Verse
D9 C9
These old sneakers, faded blue jeans, no tricks, no gimmicks
D9
I be stomping down-down, down-down, down demons
C9
Rolling up trees in the belly of the beast
A#
Where the people disagree
D9
The upper class hate, middle don't exist
C9
The bottom of the beat, glad I got my sticks
D9
Are you jumping on a fad, laying in a ditch
C9 A#
I be stomping down demons, stomping down quick, come on
[Chorus]
D9
And please don't come around these parts
C9
And tell me that we all a bunch of animals
D9
The only time they wanna turn the cameras on
C9 A#
Is when we're fuckin' shit up, come on
[Verse 2]
D9
Bullets still ringing, blood on the cement
C9
Black folks grieving, headlines reading
D9
Tryna pay it no mind, you just living your life
C9 A#
Everyone is a witness, everyone got opinions
D9
Got a son of my own, look him right in his eyes
C9
I ain't living in fear, but I'm holding him tight
D9
Got a son of my own, look him right in his eyes
C9 A#
I ain't living in fear, but I'm holding him tight
[Bridge]
D9 C9
And the old folks tell me it's been going on since back in the day
But that don't make it okay
D9 C9
And the white folks tell me all the looting and the shooting's insane
A#
But you don't know our pain
[Chorus]
D9
And please don't come around these parts
C9
And tell me that we all a bunch of animals
D9
The only time they wanna turn the cameras on
C9 A#
Is when we're fuckin' shit up, come on
D9
And please don't come around these parts
C9
And tell me that we all a bunch of animals
D9
The only time they wanna turn the cameras on
C9 A#
Is when we're fuckin' shit up, come on
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