Ransom - Hereditary lyrics

I know boys who always who
The way the pallbearer
Long before the rigors of college
But the most famous of us with how
The streets named in our honor
Martin Luther King Drive and
Malcolm X Boulevard
Both debunk the myth of respectability and
Proves that no matter the politics
All black boys are doomed to die by bullets
But how could you complain

We demand justice for Breonna and George
I pray that you rest well when I was locked
I witnessed a murder right in the next cell
Thе COs beat that brother to
Death for smuggling Nеxtels
Killed him while he was cuffed and I
Bet that made all their chests swell
Elderberries with fresh kale
Immune to your viruses that infect males
In tune with the Bible
And it's possessed spells
No need to test Hell
We felt the brother’s pain
He was suffocated with knee
Now the country’s waiting to exhale
I’m even keel but I’ve even killed
I demand respect and I won’t leave until
I’ma bet on black like I was Stephen Hill
Living in them shacks and
Thinking we should kill
Now they say it’s Kap
You thinking we should kneel
How they held us back will be a secret still
You don’t hear them screeching wheels
You don’t hear them shots fire
Firearm I keep concealed
Plantation cops hired
They’re here to police the field
American dream
You sleeping if you believe it’s real
How you think my people feel?
We ain’t dodging bullets ‘cause
We’re seeking thrills
I done seen some shit that’ll
Make a preacher squeal
They say we sick because the streets is ill
Heart is cold enough to
Give the reaper chills
Everything I speak surreal
Record labels, keep your deal
I just told my momma she
Don’t need them pills
Screaming, "fuck Your Honor
We don’t need appeals"
Speaking of pills, I need to speak to Bill
How could you hurt your
Wife? He serving life, i need to see Camille
Modern day warfare
They’re trying to kill us off here
Them days that we all feared
They say life ain’t all fair
Shoutout to Jemele Hill
The haters took her off air
But now we know that Hell’s real
Because my people all here
Shit that I’d be forced to write
I’m in the mind of Kobe before his flight
Was he nervous? Was he relaxed? Did
He think to call his wife?
Was it service? Did she collapse when
She heard he lost his life?
What a circus, media traps
Just try to ignore the lights
Somebody had to wipe the blood up
Off the cross of Christ
Somebody had to tell Martin King
He was forced to fight
Somebody had to teach Ray to play
When he lost his sight life is quick
The words of a Malcolm X on a Harlem night
(Goddamn)
I’m just saying I’ll do the dirty work
Never trust the word from a
Fiend’s mouth on the 31st
You ever seen a preacher with
Cadillacs in a dirty church?
Think we deserve this curse? Know
Where you heard this first "Be my victim"