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Sammus

"Three-Fifths"

[Hook]
They don’t give a f*ck about us
If he brown
When in doubt
Gun him down and now what?

I wonder how much
Ya’ll judge is the worth of my soul
I tend to round up
Three-fifths to a whole

They don’t give a f*ck about us
If she brown
When in doubt
Gun her down and now what?

I wonder how much
Ya’ll judge is the worth of my soul
I tend to round up
Three-fifths to a whole

[Verse 1]
Walkin’ round the block gotta pause
At the crosswalk now he start to jog as the cops stop, pop-pop
Caught a couple potshots
And now they drawing chalk around his body like he hopscotch
They Javier Bardem In No Country for Old men
Every time they shoot
Ain’t nobody can hold them
Untouchable motherf*ckers
They act like they chosen
Got a couple hundred buddies with money
They all friends
Race is hella made up like it’s Maybeline
But racism ain’t make believe I’ll spell it out from A to Z now stay with me
POVs of the POCs – are the single biggest threat to the DOD
And the DOJ, they’d rather leave us dead
Leave us DOA
Over equal pay
While they stackin up the chips like it’s Frito Lay
Wake up, now let me hear my people say

[Hook]
They don’t give a f*ck about us
If he brown
When in doubt
Gun him down and now what?

I wonder how much
Ya’ll judge is the worth of my soul
I tend to round up
Three-fifths to a whole

They don’t give a f*ck about us
If she brown
When in doubt
Gun her down and now what?

I wonder how much
Ya’ll judge is the worth of my soul
I tend to round up
Three-fifths to a whole

[Verse 2]
They tell us to keep it civil
We been to so many vigils
We been through so many tissues
We listened to many widows and mothers and kids in horror
We lit up so many candles I feel like I’m a menorah
If you don’t see color
Well that don’t mean nothin’
Cuz let the 5-0 come through
And try to run up
You won’t know what do with the spook when the fun’s up
You’ll say it wasn’t you to the dudes with the guns up
The pigs don’t need no proof of the truth just a thumbs up
And guess who on the news getting smoked call him ganja
Don’t put up your dukes or you’ll lose like you Yamcha
You know the boys in blue finna shoot call ‘em Contra
Man-boy shooters and they hate crimes
I call ‘em Android users, never face time
These cats have used up eight lives so now we
Gotta make’ them wish that they people never stole us in they stateside ships

[Hook]
They don’t give a f*ck about us
If he brown
When in doubt
Gun him down and now what?

I wonder how much
Ya’ll judge is the worth of my soul
I tend to round up
Three-fifths to a whole

They don’t give a f*ck about us
If she brown
When in doubt
Gun her down and now what?

I wonder how much
Ya’ll judge is the worth of my soul
I tend to round up
Three-fifths to a whole

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