CDouble34Music

Injustice 
          	
          	Guess the so called powers that be 
          	Expect me to create a ruckus 
          	I've been labeled so much as an uncle 
          	Categorized by televised dysfunctions 
          	Playing the race cards when I'm being solitaire 
          	Because if I say what everyone wants me to say which is Black Lives Matter 
          	Lesbians and George Soros gets paid 
          	Freak all of that, I'm carrying my son in my arms 
          	Where's my community in protecting him from harm?
          	No, you're wannabe paparazzi whenever bad cops are taking shots at me 
          	But in this picture, my son ain't bleeding 
          	I'm sounding like Jesus, he's not dead, he's sleeping 
          	From the mind controlled beatings of racial preferences that will lead to 
          	People who look like me running to the voting booths 
          	Picking from a candidate list exclusively selected for you 
          	But don't know you or sat and had breakfast with you 
          	So many people minds stuck to their skin like Crazy Glue 
          	Tell me are you first second or third class citizens and who gave you civil rights?
          	I'm sick of this deceptive vomit 
          	You're like bishops who've been swallowed up 
          	In the queue waiting to be told you got the juice 
          	Injustice mixed with corruption equals 
          	A wicked system filled with a bunch of do nothings clutching their nuts and never trusting God 
          	
          	I wish you say something 
          	If I'm your Uncle Tom, I made your Aunt Jemima spurt syrup 
          	I'm more than black and white 
          	Now back to your regularly scheduled worship 
          	By the way, I'm indigenous 
          	Separate from the predicted ridiculous wickedness 
          	And if you don't like it, bury me upside down so the whole world who participates in this can kiss my ass 
          	
          	©️ 2024 C. Double34 Music

CDouble34Music

Injustice 
          
          Guess the so called powers that be 
          Expect me to create a ruckus 
          I've been labeled so much as an uncle 
          Categorized by televised dysfunctions 
          Playing the race cards when I'm being solitaire 
          Because if I say what everyone wants me to say which is Black Lives Matter 
          Lesbians and George Soros gets paid 
          Freak all of that, I'm carrying my son in my arms 
          Where's my community in protecting him from harm?
          No, you're wannabe paparazzi whenever bad cops are taking shots at me 
          But in this picture, my son ain't bleeding 
          I'm sounding like Jesus, he's not dead, he's sleeping 
          From the mind controlled beatings of racial preferences that will lead to 
          People who look like me running to the voting booths 
          Picking from a candidate list exclusively selected for you 
          But don't know you or sat and had breakfast with you 
          So many people minds stuck to their skin like Crazy Glue 
          Tell me are you first second or third class citizens and who gave you civil rights?
          I'm sick of this deceptive vomit 
          You're like bishops who've been swallowed up 
          In the queue waiting to be told you got the juice 
          Injustice mixed with corruption equals 
          A wicked system filled with a bunch of do nothings clutching their nuts and never trusting God 
          
          I wish you say something 
          If I'm your Uncle Tom, I made your Aunt Jemima spurt syrup 
          I'm more than black and white 
          Now back to your regularly scheduled worship 
          By the way, I'm indigenous 
          Separate from the predicted ridiculous wickedness 
          And if you don't like it, bury me upside down so the whole world who participates in this can kiss my ass 
          
          ©️ 2024 C. Double34 Music