[Hook]
When there’s blood in the streets
And you remain quiet, don’t you come with a speech
When it pop Man down, Gunned by police
Hood Cries, you ignore it? Don’t say nuthin’ to me
When it pop, the hood been cryin’ out, but no one ever hears
Until they turn it upside down now everyone appears

[Verse 1]
I bring up Trayvon, you say he was a thug
I bring up John Crawford, you say he had a gun
I bring up Eric Garner, you say he was overweight
And you say that Michael Brown shoulda never tried to run
Do you really not realize that it’s a pattern and you not havin’ compassion
When these tragedies happen
Isn’t it odd, usually you sympathize with the victim
But this time you just continue to side with the killers
Could it be you bought into the lie, do we love to genocide
Though the hood got a record that none of us can deny
Some are killers, and others pick it up just to survive
You think you would be as holy if you grew up on this side
No excuses, but you gon’ have to tweak your perspective
It’s easy bein’ sheep, when them sheep feel protected
Get around them wolves and them teeth start projectin’
Second that you sleep you can leave unexpected
[Hook]

[Verse 2]
You’re lookin’ mad negligent on top of your theology
Your blind spot’s evident
Any quotin’ Jakes then you yell out “he a heretic”
But when the hood cries John MacArthur ain’t addressin’ it
You don’t like Sharpton? Who you gon’ replace him wit
If you ‘on’t never pick up when they call you, save it then
Want me to be quiet? You gon’ have to make me then
Cuz every time I tell the hood somethin’, you okay with it
Isaiah 1:17 in ya Bible (turn)
Most of them people won’t look anything like you
Fatherless, oppressed and a widow, I remind you
Take a look around you, who does that apply to?
Why would the Lord tell you to plead they case?
‘less He expected you to ignore the things they say
Like man, the system mistreat us, and the police beat us
But you ‘on’t ever believe us, why would I trust yo Jesus?
Don’t just say you love me, show me homie!

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
A year ago if Blake Griffin called Donald Sterling a racist (racist)
You would look at the team and say he exaggerating (uh huh)
Tell him to quit complainin’, like how is he racist
Look at the money you’re makin’
Why we delusional ‘til we tape it
Twelve percent of America, forty percent in prison
One in every three of us have paid a prison a visit
Doin’ sixty percent more time for the same offenses
You reply “that’s BS, I don’t believe them statistics”
I just want you to listen, you think I’m sayin’ you did it
I ‘on’t see your compassion, I just see you get defensive
There’s a problem, you thinkin’ that I’m tryna say it’s you
But really I just want for you to have a problem with it too
Picture us growin’ up in the crib together as brothers
Parents treatin’ us different, you say I’m trippin’ it’s nuthin’
But when you sleep, he touch me where he ain’t supposed to be touchin’
But when I tell you he does it, you look at me like I’m buggin’
I’m tellin’ you he mistreatin’ me
When you ain’t lookin’, he beatin’ me
And you keep sayin’ we brothers, but you ‘on’t never believe me
So when you see the division
It ain’t all on pops, it ain’t about what he did to me
It’s about your response
We just want for you to cry wit us
An’ quit tellin’ us we ain’t justified in our feelin’s
So when you reply “this is not the fifties, Bizz”
All I hear is you replyin’ the same way people back in the fifties did
“This ain’t the Twenties, Bizz”
[Hook]

[Spoken]
To my white brothers and sisters in Christ - I’m doin’ this for a couple a reasons

One – I just want to give you a little more perspective on where it is we come from and why it is we feel how we feel sometimes. We can’t keep sweeping these race issues under the rug. Cuz the only time we seem to have these hard conversations is when tragedy happens and everybody’s high on they emotions. And yes we are all one in Christ, but once we step out them church doors, the world’s gonna respond to us differently. And how we respond to one another’s pain, is gonna affect our relationship. It’s not anger, it’s hurt

And reason number two is this – I never walk on egg shells when I’m talkin’ to the black community. I’m always raw, I’m always sayin’ “stop that killin’, stop sellin’ drugs in our community, stop actin’ this way” and no one ever has a problem with it. Nor do I ever feel like I’m puttin’ my career on the line, or that I’ma lose all of my black followers. But the truth is, I feel that way right now. I feel that way every time I bring up racial injustice. Like I’ma stop getting’ booked for churches. Like my career’s on the line. And I shouldn’t have to feel that way, if we’re one in Christ. I shouldn’t have to feel like “I need to get a white person to say this for me, because they’re not gonna hear me”. I shouldn’ta feel that way, and I do. A lot of people do. And there’s some things that you probably feel that I don’t know, because we don’t talk. So feel free to use me to put the conversations on the table, all in love, not to be divisive, but to get past some things, so the next time tragedy happens, we can be on one accord. And I said it before, I’ll say it again, I’ma Christian before I’m black, but I’ma continue to speak against injustice the way I always have. And whether it’s a black person or a white person on the other side of that, so be it