I,
I, I was born a loser
I,
I, I was born a loser
The doors are locked in
Builders whizzing by in the night
Street signs, street lines
Turning to light beams, yeah
Hyperdrive, yeah
The only whip on the road
On the way home
Smelling like sweat and cologne
Singing along to the radio
High on some mystery weed
Just roll red and blue, red and blue,
red and blue, flashing lights
Hide your crown, window down,
toss your pride
Ten and two, ten and two,
ten and two, guard your life
Life in black and white
Yeah
Hear em
I don't believe em but they
tell me that I'm
Hear em tell me I'm a loser
You already know how it's gon' go,
right?
gon' go like this
Overseer, overseer,
overseer, overseer, officer
I don't really want no problems, sir
I ain't tryna be no bother, sir
Yes, I have my
ID and proof of insurance, sir
Here you go, sir
What's that, sir?
That's my daughter, sir
Why you doing this in front of her?
can tell him about your degrees, yeah
By volunteering on the weekend
Anything you can think of,
save your neck, bruh
Don't let his knee touch you
Tell him your dad is a deacon
Show him pics of your nephews and nieces
We all know you's a king, bruh
But all these
C's is a negra
In them red and blue,
red and blue, red and blue
Flashing lights
That melanin you're carrying is a crime
So ten and two,
ten and two, ten and two
Part your life
Life in black and white
Damn, I
Hear em
I don't believe em but they tell
me that I'm
Once the police have convinced the white
public that 90 % or 99 % of the
Negroes in the
Negro
community are criminals,
this automatically paves the way for the police to move into
the
Negro community exercising
Gestapo tactics.
They can go in and question, brutalize,
murder, unarmed, innocent
Negroes.
This makes the
Negro community a police state.
So tired,
fighting against the enforcement wing of liars.
Placating the fragility of the
goon to the gentrifiers.
So scared of their own reflection so
their projection might kill me.
Y 'all calling me a loser to avoid
your own healing and I'm tired.
Damn right
They tell me I'm a loser
I don't believe it but they tell me that I'm
A loser
I don't believe it but they
tell me that I'm
Hey
Oh, I don't believe it but
they tell me that I'm
A loser
Hey
A police state, a police state,
a police state, a police state