T.I., London Jae, Translee - Letter To The System текст песни

Whats on the mind… of a Black Man right now?
I wonder…
Ain’t it hard enough. to raise your sons and your daughters up?
Without dealing with the racist stuff
Man, I just got out of prison trying hard as fuck
And it seem like its a green light on anyone with my skin type
Get pulled over for a tail-light and get shot
Know what dat feel like? Man, it real life
We ain’t have to be brought here man, real life
But the fact is that we all here
If you don’t like, you should’ve left us where we were
Bruh, its all your fault, see L.O.L. J.K. J.K. yeah
Everybody sing «Kum-ba-ya»
Reparation that’ll never happen, but we ain’t just gon be Abused by it y’all,
wait a minute
I’m confused, I thought every man was treated equal, read it in the
Constitution, yeah only when they feel like sticking to it But U.S.A. the greatest nation in the world, dat my story and I’m sticking to it Keep sticking to it Letter to the System, (yeah)
For my brothers in them prisons (yeah)
And the soldiers that fell victim to that bullshit (say bitches, us or else)
Man, this shit designed to beat us You the find the one to lead us?
Sick of the way you treat us, this some bullshit (say bitches, us or else)
Letter to the system
I hope you bitches listen
Stay the fuck out of my business (Bitches, us or else)
Fucking reparation
All of my 40 acres
You leave us (Bitch, us or else)
Man, these fools vote on Instagram, they don’t give a damn
Grandma on the phone screaming «Oh Boy Oh Boy»
Damn and she ain’t never heard of Killa Cam
Clocks feeling like a ceiling fan
She remember back when Martin Luther, he would march and Marchin' at the
Million Man and that shit begin again
Man, they got the problem solver for y’all, .38s and revolvers
They should’ve never involved us Probably knew that white women would stalk us Neiman to Marcus, ?, Neiman to Narcos?, Narcotic Targets, walkin' and jogging
walk out of Target
Stop and risk police going in my pocket
Drug search over illegal parking?
Drug dog, when they me they barking
Black skin at the target, black for sale at the black market
And its all for free, we don’t ask for nothing
I got me, I ain’t backwards hustling
We got us, we ain’t taxing us Get yo ass back back back back back back to the back of the bus
Letter to the System, (yeah)
For my brothers in them prisons (yeah)
All them soldiers that fell victim to that bullshit (say bitches, us or else)
Man, this shit designed to beat us You da find the one who lead us?
Sick of the way you treat us, this some bullshit (say bitches, us or else)
Letter to the system
I hope you bitches listen
Stay the fuck out of my business (Bitches, us or else)
Fucking reparations
All of my 40 acres
You leave us (Bitch, us or else)