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Pop pop. Gunned down. Hands up. On the ground. I never seen a prison cell Accept my own house. ‘cause as soon as I step out side police come out. I never seen a prison cell accept my own mind As soon as we have some fun They creep up from behind. Pop pop. Gunned down. Hands up. On the ground. I did an extra 7 years Just to make sure they don’t mess with me. But the color of my skin aint a match for my master’s degree. I make a lot of money and I’ve never sold D. But I know they gunna find a reason eventually. Pop pop. Gunned down. Hands up. On the ground. They never have to put the cuffs on me for me to be in jail. because i’ve seen it so many times, the memories are my cell. Pop pop
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Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 11:19 PM UTC
The Cell
Pop pop. Gunned down. Hands up. On the ground. I never seen a prison cell Accept my own house. ‘cause as soon as I step out side police come out. I never seen a prison cell accept my own mind As soon as we have some fun They creep up from behind. Pop pop. Gunned down. Hands up. On the ground. I did an extra 7 years Just to make sure they don’t mess with me. But the color of my skin aint a match for my master’s degree. I make a lot of money and I’ve never sold D. But I know they gunna find a reason eventually. Pop pop. Gunned down. Hands up. On the ground. They never have to put the cuffs on me for me to be in jail. because i’ve seen it so many times, the memories are my cell. Pop pop
A response to the "black lives matter" protests.
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Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 11:19 PM UTC
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