you know bluey had to cook this up
we just want justice from cops that just don't trust us
we ain't really fuckin' with no bitch police
know a better way to keep my wrist on freeze
and they just profilin' from skin color to cloth styling
and they just throw sirens and hope that we go silent
and there's another brother in a wooden box
layed out in dress clothes
you know how the rest goes
it's another brother in a wooden box
layed out in dress clothes
you know how the rest goes
i see another mother's mascara rainin' down
and we just want justice from cops that just won't bust us
we ain't sayin' nothin' to the bitch police
snitchin' where i'm coming from will get you pieced
you just pro-violence but there'll be no silence
are you blinded by your views? you can throw sirens
just another brother in a wooden box
layed out in dress clothes
you know how the rest goes
it's another brother in a wooden box
layed out in dress clothes
you know how the rest goes
i see another mother's mascara rainin' down