[INTRO]
Make money-money, Make money-money- money
Take money-money, Take money-money- money
Make money-money, Make money-money- money
Take money-money, Take money-money- money
[VERSE 1 - EUGENIUS NEUTRON]
Miley out wilding, somewhere in America
Meanwhile, government made me to a terrorist
I'm tryna see the terror that I possess
Young, black, & gifted, I guess it's a triple threat
I'm used to that, because I live in the south
But it feels like the wild-wild west don' spread out
Excuse me officer quick draw McGraw
You pulling your pistol on me & I ain't strapped at all
My grandpa survived the fire-hose
Doubt I got the same chance if you go and fire those
I'm jet black, so I probably fit the description
One step back, they yelling stop resisting
Gotta make decision, run or retaliate
Probably won't make it to the court date either way
Wish I was Luke Cage so bullets can ricochet
(POP, POP!) Too bad that I ain't, thats why I got my
[HOOK - JOY JOY]
Hands up, they flashing they guns
And the bullets might fly my way
Am I suppose die today?
Oh my lord, I pray
I got my hands up, they flashing they piece
And I just can't move my feet
Another nigga dead in the streets of the
U.S.A. I-N-C
[VERSE 2 EUGENIUS NEUTRON]
I'm still in the run through city where all my woes be
Same city where all my foes be
Tryna be low key like a low C
But they know me, high key, like Mariah notes be
Cause them C notes carry a tune
Have 'em tuned in and watching your every move
I'm two steps ahead, my Unc' wasn't the DJ
Learned to walk it out & talk less what we make
Could be your diamonds that's glistening or the place that you stay
Could be the girls that you getting, or your new pair or J's
Could be the car that you whipping, or the money you make
That he feel he should be getting & it's something to take
See, that jealousy and hate leave a soul so color blinded
From brown skin, just colored flags and dead bodies
Felonies over melanin, trapped in the hood survival
Where black lives don't matter to a green dollar (POP!)
[HOOK - JOY JOY]
Hands up, they flashing they guns
And the bullets might fly my way
Am I suppose die today?
Oh my lord, I pray
I got my hands up, they flashing they piece
And I just can't move my feet
Another nigga dead in the streets of the
U.S.A. I-N-C
[VERSE 3 - EUGENIUS NEUTRON]
Police kill me, they try to keep it in silence
My brother kill me, they paint a picture of violence
Black vs All leaves everyone divided
Either way, we don't see it's a bigger problem
His death ain't even make it to a newspaper
(But the newspaper made it to his body)
Lay the flesh in the dirt, but take the organs out it
Hit up the black market and make a profit
If my kidney worth the fifty G's that you making
Can you help my momma with the funeral arrangements?
That killer cop probably got a paid vacation
The blacks cheap labor for a prison plantation
I'm probably just better opting for a cremation
Make it back God with everything I came with
Face it, if Rockefeller need a heart and I fit the part
That make me a mark, that's why I got my
[HOOK - JOY JOY]
Hands up, they flashing they guns
And the bullets might fly my way
Am I suppose die today?
Oh my lord, I pray
I got my hands up, they flashing they piece
And I just can't move my feet
Another nigga dead in the streets of the
U.S.A. I-N-C
[NARRATOR]
Now this may be harsh, but from the evidence provided on daily basis by news media, mass incarceration, and even neighborhood gang violence, black-death in America is a business. A booming business, with hundreds of ways to fall victim, and only a handful of ways to avoid. The most common of which, is the following
