Verse
F9 D#9
These old sneakers, faded blue jeans, no tricks, no gimmicks
F9
I be stomping down-down, down-down, down demons
D#9
Rolling up trees in the belly of the beast
C#
Where the people disagree
F9
The upper class hate, middle don't exist
D#9
The bottom of the beat, glad I got my sticks
F9
Are you jumping on a fad, laying in a ditch
D#9 C#
I be stomping down demons, stomping down quick, come on
[Chorus]
F9
And please don't come around these parts
D#9
And tell me that we all a bunch of animals
F9
The only time they wanna turn the cameras on
D#9 C#
Is when we're fuckin' shit up, come on
[Verse 2]
F9
Bullets still ringing, blood on the cement
D#9
Black folks grieving, headlines reading
F9
Tryna pay it no mind, you just living your life
D#9 C#
Everyone is a witness, everyone got opinions
F9
Got a son of my own, look him right in his eyes
D#9
I ain't living in fear, but I'm holding him tight
F9
Got a son of my own, look him right in his eyes
D#9 C#
I ain't living in fear, but I'm holding him tight
[Bridge]
F9 D#9
And the old folks tell me it's been going on since back in the day
But that don't make it okay
F9 D#9
And the white folks tell me all the looting and the shooting's insane
C#
But you don't know our pain
[Chorus]
F9
And please don't come around these parts
D#9
And tell me that we all a bunch of animals
F9
The only time they wanna turn the cameras on
D#9 C#
Is when we're fuckin' shit up, come on
F9
And please don't come around these parts
D#9
And tell me that we all a bunch of animals
F9
The only time they wanna turn the cameras on
D#9 C#
Is when we're fuckin' shit up, come on
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