Gang Shit

My name John and I'm a city cop

And I'm just tired of these ni-, lemme not

They try to paint me as racist but I'm really not

Call me "pork" so I put 'em on they belly at every stop

And they scared? What a joke, how 'bout how I feel?

Check the crime rate, look at my eyes behind my shield

I'm scared, this is a job, this is how I find my meals

So if they gon' lie and steal, I'm gon' make 'em lie from steel

And I think my life do matter more

I seen too many of these people kill without remorse

Used to be three fifths of a man

But I think half is more accurate

How they celebrate savageness in a patterned form?

My family raised me not to trust 'em but fuck

They ain't wrong

These other cops are my brothers

And they be wishin' us harm

They told me that it's our culture to make sure that they

Suffer, and I can't break the bond, it's all I got

I'm faithful, dog

Shit, I bleed blue like I'm a Giants fan

To question my way is to stop flow in my veins

So I ain't slowin' a day

I'ma keep everyone safe

From these black bastards, and that's word to my gang, gang, gang

I'm just ridin' for my gang, gang, gang, gang

Gang, gang, gang, gang

Gang, gang, gang, gang

Gang

I'm just ridin' for my gang, gang, gang, gang

Gang, gang, gang, gang

Gang, gang, gang, gang

America, whole lot of gang shit

America, whole lot of gang shit

America, whole lot of gang shit

Gang, gang, gang, gang

Gang

My name's James and I'm in the Klan

My family been down for a four-generation span

It's not about the hatred, man, it's love for our nation

The white place where we took savages and enslaved and tamed 'em

And these white threads, as hereditary as this white skin

I ain't have a say, soon as I was of age I was in

And if I have to I'll resort to violence

'Cause they try shine colors in a country made for white men

And we're poor too

Boo hoo, all of you lefty's complain about your oppression and pain

While all of these Mexicans came and take all our jobs and our lanes

And I don't blame corporatist games 'cause I want the spoils and fame

I could have more too, that could be me one day

That's why I love Trump, 'cause see, he see my way

We gon' make America white again

'Cause I don't wanna compete with people who work harder than me

'Cause we all spited them, and if I considered that how we livin'

Is wrong, that would mean that I would have to concede that the sale

And beatin' of those bodies was uncalled for

That it was all the murder and rape that got us these Sundays

At the golf course, that we as heinous as they try to make us out to be

Why would I even try?

There's nothin' in it for me to not treat it as a lie

So far as I'm concerned, all the blacks, Jews and the gays

And the Muslims and the Mexicans can leave or die

I do it all for the Klan, these are my brothers

They understand me and we all understand each other

Don't tell me that our fathers and mothers should be ashamed

I'm ridin' out forever for my gang, gang, gang, gang, gang

I'm just ridin' for my gang, gang, gang, gang

Gang, gang, gang, gang

Gang, gang, gang, gang

Gang

I'm just ridin' for my gang, gang, gang, gang

Gang, gang, gang, gang

Gang, gang, gang, gang

America, whole lot of gang shit

America, whole lot of gang shit

America, whole lot of gang shit

Gang, gang, gang, gang

Gang

My name Marcus and I'm in the feds

I been locked up for four years and six is left

I got ten for armed robbery, shit, and honestly

I ain't even wanna do it and it's hard not to get depressed

I'm dyin' here, was bangin' colors since a youngin'

Was born into a gang 'cause of the block that I grew up in

I done seen many die and a few folks kill

But when the world won't give you nothin', shit

You gon' steal, and my gang was all I knew

Brothers amongst the madness

Drugs and death all around us

So we was angry and callous, the gang shit was all we had

We made mistakes and were misled

But while my gang got me in jail, yours got you home in bed

Riddle me that, my skin black, it's simple as that

The hatred you both got for me is all written in fact

Of our institutions, you confused and feel like gettin' me back

For what? For livin' poor in conditions that's whack?

You claim that I strike fear in you, but what you feel is you

For me to live how you call clean it'd be a miracle

The data's empirical, you hate it when my people march for me

But don't you too scream 'cause you feel they ain't hearin' you?

Shit, your whole premise is false

But I won't waste no time tryna break your prejudice walls

Point is we all on some gang shit

Loyal to what we's taught

Believin' what was passed down, our community's theme of thought

And I'm the only one in cuffs for it, if I get out a better man

I'm still fucked for it

You turn the TV on and look, you got Trump for it

The president is in your gang, bitch, and you still point at me to blame shit

I pray that when I get out shit ain't all the same

But it's a cold world to be alone in

When the whole place that you grown in treat you like dogs in the rain

Shit, I might fuck around and call gang

Gang, gang, gang

I'm just ridin' for my gang, gang, gang, gang

Gang, gang, gang, gang

Gang, gang, gang, gang

Gang

I'm just ridin' for my gang, gang, gang, gang

Gang, gang, gang, gang

Gang, gang, gang, gang

America, whole lot of gang shit

America, whole lot of gang shit

America, whole lot of gang shit

Gang, gang, gang, gang

Gang