I never really wanted the role of Hip-Hop artist that speaks when something tragic happens in our community, but I guess it is what it is. I got so many calls, tweets, and texts from folks asking me to say something so here it is. It’s raw and angry because that’s how I feel about more Black death unjustly at the hands of the police. For Michael Brown, Eric Garner, John Crawford, and Ezell Ford, I hope your lives are not in vain, and God brings your families peace. For my community, this won’t stop until we stop it, and the first step is unity. I called this song 212 degrees because that’s the boiling point. The lid is about to blow off this whole masquerade.

Black bodies being fed to the system
Black American dead or in prison
Love for the murderer never the victim
Dead kids cant beg your forgiveness

We are at war
What you telling me to be peaceful for
When they break the peace by firing the piece now the peace gets tore
I don’t give a fuck about Quik Trip’s store

Calling all Gods its frauds in the pulpit
Miss me with that get along bullshit
Scared cause you master got a bullwhip
Imma get a hollow point that’s a good tip

We are not for the oakie doke
Mj’s doctor in a overcoat
See Imma give em shots they overdose
Street preaching till the block got the holy ghost

Cut scene
Got my enemy in the center of the beam
Spin him till he lean
What do you expect given what we’ve seen
I refuse to be next on that television screen

Amin, I say what I mean
I am not cosigned by Jimmy Iovine
I will not go blind from the from the things I’ve seen
3rd eye and its on high beam

Will these cops go to jail for
Eric Garner, John Crawford, Ezell Ford

I am Michael Brown resurrected to strike you down

See in Ferguson they murdered him call the cops and the purge begins
Bring tanks to heard em in & tear gas that burns the skin
40 cal 50 cal 60 cal guns
Lights Camera Action now Revered Al comes
The rioting and looting and they asking how come
All these dead black children yall mother fuckers sound dumb
We’ve been shot to death choked out burned up smoked up
And they wonder why niggas feel safer in the dope house
Peaceful protesting man I seen it it was no doubt
Then cops started firing and every broke out
A sister got shot in the head she went to Howard
Where’s Obama, Where’s Holder? The Feds? Who got the power?
Man I swear I aint wanna go in I waiting hours
But these others rappers ain’t saying shit most of em cowards
This no guns and all heart waking inside a Walmart
Grabbing every toy riffle and point em at them mall cops
Like Fuck yall you’re lucky this the only thing that touched off
I’m praying for the day that whole system get shut off
For that look in Eric Garner’s eyes when he couldn’t breathe
For the slugs in Ezell Ford’s back that caused him to bleed
For Renisha McBride on that porch about to leave
I hope they beat Ted Wafer like his name was Patsey
May God forgive me for these words that I had to write
May my spirit be preserved in the afterlife
Forgive me for my sins an let my good deeds matter twice
If nobody is swinging back then God damn I have to fight