Picking Cotton - cupcakKe

My sister wheezing, so I’m speeding down the E-way

Having a baby

Don’t blame me for being late (don't blame me)

Officer light so bright, I hear a siren (What the fuck?)

Pull me over and it’s over, shots firing (*buh-buh*)

Bleeding bad

Tryna look at his badge (Wassup?)

Blood bath 'cause he decided to spaz

Aiming at my brain to put me under a grave

Cop say, «Yo car was moving faster than a runaway slave.»

(Damn)

Than I froze

Can’t even stand up on my toes (nah)

Why shoot when there’s a taser and a pole?

(Why, man?)

Blue and black lives matter, who knows?

(Who knows, who knows?)

Is you gonna call it in?

The ambulance, they could have took me (yeah)

It’s always that one cop that try to be a rookie

This ain’t right

Why blacks and whites can’t stick together through whatever?

Sorta like a duplex cookie, you fucking rookie

Beat us and treat us so rotten

Still think we slaves, we just not picking cotton (in the feilds)

Y’all beat us and treat us so rotten

Still think we slaves, we just not picking cotton (we need a pill)

Y’all beat us and treat us so rotten (so rotten)

Beat us and treat us so rotten (so rotten)

Beat us and treat us so rotten

Still think we slaves, we just not picking cotton

They don’t really want us to speak (shh)

It’s about unity

Right now, I’m rapping on a white man’s beat (I am)

'Cause I’m complete and comfortable with me

Every white man is not corrupted as the white men we see

I could vouch for that

But some still stuck in a state of mind

Or putting us behind and making us leave out the back (where we’re parked)

Play that damn angel when they among us (yeah)

But 164 years back they hung us (y'all did that)

I’m not a slave to the white man or white woman standing by me

I’m not a slave to the record labels bidding how to sign me

I am not a slave, I am brave

Video every cop that make us stop

Before our body drop and be sure to press «save»

We need that for proof, these cops they goof

They pull you over and shoot, then play it off like, «Oops.»

Intimidated by our presence, so he be drawing the weapon

Not screaming justice for nothing

We not gone, keep on failing (nah)

Beat us and treat us so rotten

Still think we slaves, we just not picking cotton (in the feilds)

Y’all beat us and treat us so rotten

Still think we slaves, we just not picking cotton (we need a pill)

Y’all beat us and treat us so rotten (so rotten)

Beat us and treat us so rotten (so rotten)

Beat us and treat us so rotten

Still think we slaves, we just not picking cotton

Of course, there’s no remorse upon the force

Freedom of speech 'til I’m hoarse

You ain’t gotta (you ain’t gotta)

You ain’t gotta (you ain’t gotta)

You ain’t gotta call me a nigga

I’m dead, even if I surrender

You ain’t gotta call me a nigga

I’m dead, even if I surrender

Oh, yo, you ain’t gotta call me a nigga

I’m dead, even if I surrender

I said you ain’t gotta call me a nigga

I’m dead, even if I surrender