Shoot Back 2 (Dear Officer) / Train Tracks - KXNG Crooked

I tell 'em you ain’t gotta heartbeat or a soul but I’m gonna murder ya

Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop, you a robocop I’ma short-circuit ya

You did the hood dirty, I’ma do you dirtier

I’m standing over the face of a cop with a Glock, end of the story

I’ma take y’all back 20 hours earlier

This what set off the nonsense

A cop walks in to break up a simple fight but he body slam a teenage girl

unconscious

They don’t see us as human beings, they see monsters

Police academy brainwash them, the FOX News corp brainwashed them

And when the Empire puts chips in your brain, forget it mane

Shit you say niggas can’t stop 'em

They murderers, crazy in the head, compassion for none

They don’t look at you and see a man, they see some alien stare

That’s why I’m asking, to the police what kind of beast do you have to become

To kill a child so young that was having some fun

Would you have shot Tamir if that was your son?

You pull us over, we contemplating Capital One

Go back where you’re from, I’m strapped with a drum

A MAC, if you cap you get clapped in the lung

You crashed in the slums feeling like you didn’t want it to stop

Get clapped in the back if you run

You left paraplegic, police did the deed in the

The upper class, they in a trance cuz even if they ask and they still alive,

they might never believe it

Under hypnosis, the empire hit 'em with their memory wipers

So they don’t remember they liked us

If they don’t see us as human beings, they don’t give a fuck if our enemies

snipe us

I’ve told 'em you ain’t gotta heartbeat or a soul but I’m gonna murder ya

Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop, you a robocop I’ma short circuit ya

You did the hood dirty, I’ma do you dirtier

Standing over the face of a cop with a Glock, with only one shot End of the

story

Just like I said earlier

The observer takes many forms.

The observer collects human data

Suffering is ageless, oppression is timeless

Let’s go back.

The year is 1932

The place: anywhere

I got nowhere to go (I got nowhere to go)

Cuz they kicked in my door (Cuz they kicked in my door)

Then they kill all my folks (Then they kill all my folks)

And they took all my hope (And they took all my hope)

I’m on the train tracks (Train tracks)

I’m on the train tracks (I'm on the train tracks)

I ain’t coming round here again (Coming round here again)

Till I get myself some payback (Get my self some payback)

He slept all night at the railroad tracks with no knapsack

His own back was his bed

He just kicked back, relaxing his head on an old back pack

Dreaming about leaving town and never go back

But this is no Amtrak, this is the freight train

Heard some brakes grinding and squeaking

Woke him up, climbed to his feet

He started running alongside the train, timing his leap, and dove in with tears

dried to his cheek, cuz he was crying in his sleep

His heart beat fast, he’s skipping town with everything he has;

his clothes,

his life and his past, got a nightmarish past

See it was April 19th, the night he saw Templar knights, cross embossed on a

white sheet

Eight men came in

But this family just tryna get a good night’s sleep

They slaughtered them like sheep

Before they cut his mother to the white meat

He told her her younger son to run

Hopped out the window and hit the side street

Look back in torment and see his father’s body dormant, hanging like a ornament

on a pine tree

«Why me?»

Death came riding on horses, survivors of Forrest’s

Of course he has survivor’s remorse, that night was the source of it

What changed the course of his life and morphed it into the life of an orphan

Before then, shit was perfect

Now he’s raising himself on the streets, doing odd jobs on a different circuit

He’s shining white men’s shoes, they call him nigga while the kid is working

But he’s plotting revenge so this shit is worth it

He put himself through college with that polish

His past, he would demolish it with knowledge

But he promised to avenge the death of his mama and father, so he hid his

murderous vendetta behind the persona of a scholar

Some white men really befriended

But others he simply pretended, his memories trigger resentment

Memories of the misery he mentally lived with

Misery, you figure his success would instantly end it

Nah, cuz one day he walked to the coffee shop

Waiting for a cup of joe, longer than he ever waited

He’s at the back door cuz integration was regulated

The owner know he educated, but still it was segregated

He sitting there, thinking «damn even getting coffee is a hurdle»

Then he heard that made his blood curdle

The same voice from that forsaken night

The same voice that told his mama I’m about to take your life

The voice that told his mom this is my favorite knife

Then pushed it in her gut and told her say goodnight

The thirst for revenge became too hard to stop

Knew he wouldn’t get no justice if he called a cop

Ran inside with a old pistol his father bought

People shouting, like «who let this nigga in this coffee shop?»

The voice of the killer was heard loudly

«I'll kick this nigga out right now and do it proudly!»

That’s when the black man pulled his gun, he drew it wildly

The crowd jumped, he pointed it at the killer and told him

«I'll be damned if I let you get away with what you did, I’ve been waiting to

kill you with my father’s gun since I was a kid»

One, two, three shots, four, five, six

Dreamin' of this day, he didn’t know it would go like this

None of this is planned, one minute he’s ordering some coffee

Next minute the gun is in his hand, the life of the person that murdered his

mother in his hand, so he took it

Then he looked at his daddy’s gun, tucked it in his pants, and… ran

I remember the people coming in, white people coming into our house,

with torches, setting the curtains on fire

I got nowhere to go (I got nowhere to go)

Cuz they kicked in my door (Cuz they kicked in my door)

Then they kill all my folks (Then they kill all my folks)

And they took all my hope (And they took all my hope)

I’m on the train tracks (Train tracks)

I’m on the train tracks (I'm on the train tracks)

I ain’t coming round here again (Coming round here again)

Till I get my self payback (Get my self payback)

Everybody was just standing around, nobody said anything, didn’t want nothing,

'till finally a rude old white man came up to there and said, «Nigga,

what you doing with that pistol?»