- the moment you hear sam breakdown and at the same time he tried his best to sing it even its hard for him and the crowd helped him . that was cool and its a prove how much people love Achitects.
Watch what the fuck flies outa your mouth, before I hijack a plane and fly it into your house!
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Geschrieben am: 12.08.2020 um 09:18 Uhr
LYRICS:
Verse One (John):
my name john and i’m a city cop
and i’m jus tired of these nii --- lemme not
they try to paint me as racist but see i’m really not
call me pork so i put em on they belly at every stop/
‘n they scared? what a joke how bout how i feel
check the crime rate, look at my eyes behind my shield
im scared, this is a job, this how i find my meals
so if they gon’ lie and steal ima 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 3/5s 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 fuck you 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 im faithful dog/
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, ima keep everyone safe
from these black bastards and, that’s word to my gang gang gang
HOOK:
i’m jus ridin for my gang gang gang
Gang gang gang gang gang
Gang gang gang gang
GANG
i’m jus ridin for my gang gang gang
Gang gang gang gang gang
Gang gang gang gang
GANG
America, whole lotta gang shit
America, whole lotta gang shit
America, whole lotta gang shit
Gang gang gang gang GANG
Verse Two (James):
my name’s james and i’m in the klan
my family been down for a four generation span
it’s not bout 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’s in
and if i have to, i’ll resort to violence
cuz they tryn’ 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 cuz i want the spoils and fame/
i could have more too, that could be me one day
that’s why i love trump, cuz see he see my way
we gon make america white again
cuz i don’t wanna compete with people who work harder than me cuz 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 sunday’s 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 lie
so far as i’m concerned, all the blacks jews and the gays and the muslims and the mexicans could 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
im ridin out forever for my gang gang gang gang gang
HOOK
Verse Three (Marcus):
my name marcus and i’m in the feds
i been locked up 4 years and 6 is left
i got 10 for armed robbery shit and honestly
i ain’t even wanna do it and it’s hard not to get depressed im dyin here/
was bangin colors since a youngn
was born into a gang cuz 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 and we was angry and callous
the gang shit was all we had we made mistakes and were misled
but why my gang got me in jail, and 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 wack?/
You claim that i strike fear in you
But what you feel is you, for me to live how you’d call clean’d be a miracle
The data’s empirical, you hate it when my people march for me
But don’t you too scream cuz you feel they aint hearin’ you?/
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
Believe in 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 aint 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
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