Bizzle, Bumps INF - Unjust Scales lyrics
[Bizzle, Bumps INF - Unjust Scales lyrics]
(Rest in Peace to Trayvon Martin
And all the other Trayvons that
We didn't march for
They lost their lives in the hood)
I got my hoodie on for
Trayvon listening to this ignorance
On how the hoodie just as responsible
As who the killer is
Geraldo you losing your mind or
Are you just blind to
The fact that the first gangsters
Wore suit's and ties
So if a kid in blue decides
To put a clip in you
And justify it by saying that
You fit the description too
Its sounds funny don't it
Now just imagine when they
Rolled him over the
Hoodie says "God Over Money" on it
That could of been me, couldn't have been you
I guess that's why we see it
From a different point of view
But hold up before the hood
Get to clapping for me
Don't just pretend to be righteous
When tragedy happens homie
Its really killing me
We marching in the streets
Following the case praying that
A witness speaks hoping to get some leads
Give him the guillotine
We want this killer in the
Cell where killers should be
But then we hit the hood
And that conviction leaves
We see Trayvon Johnson murdered in the street
Why is it then you react so differently?
A snitch will die and we will
Lie to keep his killer free
And rappers get to coming out the woodwork
For the publicity they pretend to
Feel the hood's hurt
But truth is when Zimmerman
Was aiming for him
He didn't see a child he saw
The picture you painted for him
You the ones promoting the black image
Lie, steal, murder, kill, that image
But, you don't deal for the
Reprucussion of your whilin
You famous and rich
We the ones they profilin'
And don't tell me that it's just music
Cause you don't set the mood for
Your chic with 50 Cent's music
And you don't play Usher before the drive by
Probably threw Wiz Khalifa on
Before you got hot
You think it's just a coincidence
How they score flicks?
A violin will turn a happy scene sad quick
Now back up six bars and
Think of what it means
When I say the music tells you
How to feel about the fiend
Now am I giving them a pass? of course not
But, if you want change that
Change starts on your block
Don't just throw a hoodie on
Like the jobs done
Cause pretty soon it'll be to hot to rock one
You tell em "live fast die young" til a
Young boy dies and now here you come
Screaming "I am Trayvon" you're not
You're a hypocrite you step back in the
Booth and become Zimmerman
"Killer Killer" huh? "Yo that killa fly"
Oh you Malcom X now cause the killers white
Well ain't that nice
Now let me play your album and see what it
Says about the value of a black life
"I kill em for a chain
I kill em for the money"
Kill em for playing
You kill em for looking at you funny
You kill em over kicks so the way that I see
The only thing you left out was
Skittles and a ice tea
See I ain't moved by the PR stunts
And it's only so long I can see y'all front
Cause if you really about a
Change then I feel that
But using this tragedy for your
Gain homie kill that
And if your serious about it
Then let's raise the bar
And though it may be hard I
Know a place to start
I've done seen a gang of rappers claim
To have a change of heart
But, I've never seen a rapper care
Enough to change his bars
So Imma put the challenge on the table
Cause if you can make it
Rain then you're financially able
To do it in a way
That won't oppress a generation
You got em feeling free while
Being mentally caged in
You are the picture of success to the streets
A vision of the highest level
That they ever could reach
But, you still sell dope and tote heat
So what you telling them even at they
Best that's what they're destined to be
And I don't claim to be the answer
I'm just a man refusing to say that it's
Okay when I can plainly see the cancer
In a generation where they feel that
They can't believe the pastor
But, if you read for yourself than
Maybe you wouldn't have to
Or maybe you should answer how you
Could blame him for committing
The same sins that you pay
To see from rappers
The rapper tells you "All I want is the money
I leave the club with your honey
I'm balling and you bummy
And not only is it cool but
You buy the record from me"
Fake pastors fake rappers I
Ain't defended either dude
White killer black killer both are
Judged by the truth
If you got principles you live by then cool
I'm just saying don't pick and choose
Who you gon' apply them to bizzle
And all the other Trayvons that
We didn't march for
They lost their lives in the hood)
I got my hoodie on for
Trayvon listening to this ignorance
On how the hoodie just as responsible
As who the killer is
Geraldo you losing your mind or
Are you just blind to
The fact that the first gangsters
Wore suit's and ties
So if a kid in blue decides
To put a clip in you
And justify it by saying that
You fit the description too
Its sounds funny don't it
Now just imagine when they
Rolled him over the
Hoodie says "God Over Money" on it
That could of been me, couldn't have been you
I guess that's why we see it
From a different point of view
But hold up before the hood
Get to clapping for me
Don't just pretend to be righteous
When tragedy happens homie
Its really killing me
We marching in the streets
Following the case praying that
A witness speaks hoping to get some leads
Give him the guillotine
We want this killer in the
Cell where killers should be
But then we hit the hood
And that conviction leaves
We see Trayvon Johnson murdered in the street
Why is it then you react so differently?
A snitch will die and we will
Lie to keep his killer free
And rappers get to coming out the woodwork
For the publicity they pretend to
Feel the hood's hurt
But truth is when Zimmerman
Was aiming for him
He didn't see a child he saw
The picture you painted for him
You the ones promoting the black image
Lie, steal, murder, kill, that image
But, you don't deal for the
Reprucussion of your whilin
You famous and rich
We the ones they profilin'
And don't tell me that it's just music
Cause you don't set the mood for
Your chic with 50 Cent's music
And you don't play Usher before the drive by
Probably threw Wiz Khalifa on
Before you got hot
You think it's just a coincidence
How they score flicks?
A violin will turn a happy scene sad quick
Now back up six bars and
Think of what it means
When I say the music tells you
How to feel about the fiend
Now am I giving them a pass? of course not
But, if you want change that
Change starts on your block
Don't just throw a hoodie on
Like the jobs done
Cause pretty soon it'll be to hot to rock one
You tell em "live fast die young" til a
Young boy dies and now here you come
Screaming "I am Trayvon" you're not
You're a hypocrite you step back in the
Booth and become Zimmerman
"Killer Killer" huh? "Yo that killa fly"
Oh you Malcom X now cause the killers white
Well ain't that nice
Now let me play your album and see what it
Says about the value of a black life
"I kill em for a chain
I kill em for the money"
Kill em for playing
You kill em for looking at you funny
You kill em over kicks so the way that I see
The only thing you left out was
Skittles and a ice tea
See I ain't moved by the PR stunts
And it's only so long I can see y'all front
Cause if you really about a
Change then I feel that
But using this tragedy for your
Gain homie kill that
And if your serious about it
Then let's raise the bar
And though it may be hard I
Know a place to start
I've done seen a gang of rappers claim
To have a change of heart
But, I've never seen a rapper care
Enough to change his bars
So Imma put the challenge on the table
Cause if you can make it
Rain then you're financially able
To do it in a way
That won't oppress a generation
You got em feeling free while
Being mentally caged in
You are the picture of success to the streets
A vision of the highest level
That they ever could reach
But, you still sell dope and tote heat
So what you telling them even at they
Best that's what they're destined to be
And I don't claim to be the answer
I'm just a man refusing to say that it's
Okay when I can plainly see the cancer
In a generation where they feel that
They can't believe the pastor
But, if you read for yourself than
Maybe you wouldn't have to
Or maybe you should answer how you
Could blame him for committing
The same sins that you pay
To see from rappers
The rapper tells you "All I want is the money
I leave the club with your honey
I'm balling and you bummy
And not only is it cool but
You buy the record from me"
Fake pastors fake rappers I
Ain't defended either dude
White killer black killer both are
Judged by the truth
If you got principles you live by then cool
I'm just saying don't pick and choose
Who you gon' apply them to bizzle