[Intro]
Brothers and sisters, this peaceful coexistence will the murder of our people has to stop
Got that Fever

[Chorus: TEC]
My hands up but they still shoot
I can't breathe, guess they knees is the new noose
Yo' president say he gon' make it how it used to be
Saints been my favorite team but I can't believe Drew Brees
RIP to Malcolm X, fuck a protest
Grab mo' TECs by any means necessary
'Cause it been a war, so many that we done buried
Now I see clearly why they want kill me

[Verse 1: TEC]
'Cause my skin color and my complexion they view as a weapon
If I jog through they neighborhood, them bitches just might stretch me
Ain't with that peace shit like our ancestors, bitch, we really steppin'
They killed Sandra Bland, took a photo right after her soul exit
What the fuck is they protectin'? Tear gas us, run us over
While a n***a protestin', used to spray us with hosepipes
Pray for the next generation, I been through this shit my whole life
Ain't nothin' change, yeah, still the same shit
Everybody feelin' like "fuck the law," lootin' shit, fuck the cause
We need justice, them bitches kill us and try to brush it off
Had George Floyd handcuffed, suffocatin', beggin' for his momma and all
Killed that man on tape with a straight face like it was nothin', dawg
[Interlude: George Floyd Audio Clip]
Stand up, stop falling down
I got to call my kids
Mama, mama, mama, I love you
Miss, I love you
Tell my kids I love them

[Chorus: TEC]
My hands up but they still shoot
I can't breathe, guess they knees is the new noose
Yo' president say he gon' make it how it used to be
Saints been my favorite team but I can't believe Drew Brees
RIP to Malcolm X, fuck a protest
Grab mo' TECs by any means necessary
'Cause it been a war, so many that we done buried
Now I see clearly why they want kill me

[Verse 2: $tupid Young]
Ayy, I'm the voice for the Asians in the streets
Police killin' all of us while we march for peace
Shit is different when you comin' from the beach
Cambodian and Black, Mexican minorities from the east
All they do is shootin' n***as with they hands up
And I don't even think they try to understand us
So when you get pulled over, please, don't pick your pants up
'Cause they gon' kill you whenever they get the chance, bruh
It's a war outside, it feel like Baghdad
2020 fucked up, I'm wishin' we could backtrack
Unemployment, fraud, gettin' cars or a CashApp
COVID make them racist towards Asians, but we can't have that
[Chorus: TEC]
My hands up but they still shoot
I can't breathe, guess they knees is the new noose
Yo' president say he gon' make it how it used to be
Saints been my favorite team but I can't believe Drew Brees
RIP to Malcolm X, fuck a protest
Grab mo' TECs by any means necessary
'Cause it been a war, so many that we done buried
Now I see clearly why they want kill me