Verse
B9 A9
These old sneakers, faded blue jeans, no tricks, no gimmicks
B9
I be stomping down-down, down-down, down demons
A9
Rolling up trees in the belly of the beast
G
Where the people disagree
B9
The upper class hate, middle don't exist
A9
The bottom of the beat, glad I got my sticks
B9
Are you jumping on a fad, laying in a ditch
A9 G
I be stomping down demons, stomping down quick, come on
[Chorus]
B9
And please don't come around these parts
A9
And tell me that we all a bunch of animals
B9
The only time they wanna turn the cameras on
A9 G
Is when we're fuckin' shit up, come on
[Verse 2]
B9
Bullets still ringing, blood on the cement
A9
Black folks grieving, headlines reading
B9
Tryna pay it no mind, you just living your life
A9 G
Everyone is a witness, everyone got opinions
B9
Got a son of my own, look him right in his eyes
A9
I ain't living in fear, but I'm holding him tight
B9
Got a son of my own, look him right in his eyes
A9 G
I ain't living in fear, but I'm holding him tight
[Bridge]
B9 A9
And the old folks tell me it's been going on since back in the day
But that don't make it okay
B9 A9
And the white folks tell me all the looting and the shooting's insane
G
But you don't know our pain
[Chorus]
B9
And please don't come around these parts
A9
And tell me that we all a bunch of animals
B9
The only time they wanna turn the cameras on
A9 G
Is when we're fuckin' shit up, come on
B9
And please don't come around these parts
A9
And tell me that we all a bunch of animals
B9
The only time they wanna turn the cameras on
A9 G
Is when we're fuckin' shit up, come on