Bizzle - Unjust Scales 2: Hood Cries lyrics

When there’s blood in the streets
And you remain quiet
Don’t you come with a speech
When it pop Man down, Gunned by police
Hood Cries
You ignore it? Don’t say nuthin’ to me
When it pop, the hood been cryin’ out
But no one ever hears
Until they turn it upside
Down now everyone appears

I bring up Trayvon, you say he was a thug
I bring up John Crawford
You say he had a gun i bring up Eric Garner
You say he was overweight
And you say that Michael Brown
Shoulda never tried to run
Do you really not realize that it’s a
Pattern and you not havin’ compassion
When these tragedies happen isn’t it odd
Usually you sympathize with the victim
But this time you just continue
To side with the killers
Could it be you bought into the lie
Do we love to genocide
Though the hood got a record that
None of us can deny some are killers
And others pick it up just to survive
You think you would be as holy if
You grew up on this side no excuses
But, you gon’ have to tweak your perspective
It’s easy bein’ sheep
When them sheep feel protected
Get around them wolves and
Them teeth start projectin’
Second that you sleep you
Can leave unexpected

You’re lookin’ mad negligent on
Top of your theology
Your blind spot’s evident
Any quotin’ Jakes then you yell
Out "he a heretic"
But when the hood cries John
MacArthur ain’t addressin’ it
You don’t like Sharpton? Who you
Gon’ replace him wit
If you ‘on’t never pick up
When they call you, save it then
Want me to be quiet? You gon’
Have to make me then
Cuz every time I tell the hood somethin’
You okay with it
Isaiah 1: 17 in ya Bible (turn)
Most of them people won’t
Look anything like you
Fatherless, oppressed and a widow
I remind you take a look around you
Who does that apply to?
Why would the Lord tell you
To plead they case?
‘less He expected you to ignore
The things they say
Like man, the system mistreat us
And the police beat us
But, you ‘on’t ever believe us
Why would I trust yo Jesus?
Don’t just say you love me, show me homie!

A year ago if Blake Griffin
Called Donald Sterling a racist (racist)
You would look at the team
And say he exaggerating (uh huh)
Tell him to quit complainin’
Like how is he racist
Look at the money you’re makin’
Why we delusional ‘til we tape it
Twelve percent of America
Forty percent in prison
One in every three of us have
Paid a prison a visit
Doin’ sixty percent more time
For the same offenses you reply "that’s BS
I don’t believe them statistics"
I just want you to listen
You think I’m sayin’ you did it
I ‘on’t see your compassion
I just see you get defensive
There’s a problem
You thinkin’ that I’m tryna say it’s you
But really I just want for you to
Have a problem with it too
Picture us growin’ up in the
Crib together as brothers
Parents treatin’ us different
You say I’m trippin’ it’s nuthin’
But when you sleep
He touch me where he ain’t
Supposed to be touchin’
But when I tell you he does it
You look at me like I’m buggin’
I’m tellin’ you he mistreatin’ me
When you ain’t lookin’, he beatin’ me
And you keep sayin’ we brothers
But, you ‘on’t never believe me
So when you see the division
It ain’t all on pops
It ain’t about what he did to me
It’s about your response
We just want for you to cry wit us
An’ quit tellin’ us we ain’t
Justified in our feelin’s
So when you reply "this is not the fifties
Bizz" all I hear is you replyin’ the same
Way people back in the fifties did
"This ain’t the Twenties, Bizz"

To my white brothers and sisters in Christ -
I’m doin’ this for a couple a reasons

One – I just want to give you
A little more perspective on where
It is we come from and why it is we feel how
We feel sometimes we can’t keep sweeping
These race issues under the rug
Cuz the only time we seem
To have these hard conversations
Is when tragedy happens and everybody’s
High on they emotions
And yes we are all one in Christ
But once we step out them church
Doors, the world’s gonna respond to us
Differently and how we respond to
One another’s pain, is gonna affect
Our relationship it’s not anger, it’s hurt

And reason number two is this – I never walk
On egg shells when I’m talkin’ to the
Black community i’m always raw
I’m always sayin’ "stop
That killin’, stop sellin’ drugs
In our community
Stop actin’ this way" and no one
Ever has a problem with
It nor do I ever feel like I’m puttin’ my
Career on the line, or that I’ma lose all
Of my black followers but the truth is
I feel that way right now
I feel that way every
Time I bring up racial injustice like I’ma
Stop getting’ booked for churches like
My career’s on the line and I
Shouldn’t have to feel that way
If we’re one in Christ i shouldn’t have
To feel like "I need to
Get a white person to say this for me
Because they’re not gonna hear me" i
Shouldn’ta feel that way
And I do a lot of people do and there’s some
Things that you probably feel
That I don’t know
Because we don’t talk so feel
Free to use me to put the conversations
On the table, all in love, not to be
Divisive, but to get past some things
So the next time tragedy happens, we can
Be on one accord and I said
It before, I’ll say it again
I’ma Christian before i’m black
But, I’ma continue to speak
Against injustice the
Way I always have and whether
It’s a black person or a white person
On the other side of that, so be it