Destiny Manifest - N.J.N.P. Lyrics

Told em I was one step away, tired of trying
Tears drying on my face
Brother dying next to me
My hands raised seeing lights and sirens
Shots firing on the turnpike
It's a gun fight
Dropped to the pavement
Laying there hit, covered in blood
Blood in my spit, emotions raging
Gun to my head
We outta finish her he said
Bubbles in my chest, laying there motionless
It hurts to breathe, they poke and prod me
Revenge on they mind
Probably ambushed for the politics we follow
Oddly, we just want equality
Racist policies, get ya foot off my neck
The obvious hypocrisy
Your democracy was never meant for me
So fuck all that bullshit you tryna sell me
Close to the edge I'm begging you to push me
Revenge is the sweetest, next to getting pussy
Blood shed, too many dead
Fuck dwelling on what could be
Pulled over for what should be routine
Lead to a dead cop on the interstate
The irony, bigotry and black pride intersects
Two worlds collide, I'm fighting for my innocence
I'm only guilty for the skin I'm in
All the hate you give
Fucks us in the end
Blame hoover for the shooter
Racist maneuvers backfired in ya face like manure
Hate lead to his fate
Shot twice in the head
Cop dead
Death at the hands of his own gun
Now I'm on the run
Skin golden under Cuban sun

Told em I was one step away, tired of trying
Tears drying on my face
Brother dying next to me
My hands raised seeing lights and sirens
Shots firing on the turnpike
It's a gun fight
Dropped to the pavement
Laying there hit, covered in blood
Blood in my spit, emotions raging
Gun to my head
We outta finish her he said
Bubbles in my chest, laying there motionless
It hurts to breathe, they poke and prod me
Revenge on they mind
Probably ambushed for the politics we follow
Oddly, we just want equality
Racist policies, get ya foot off my neck
The obvious hypocrisy
Your democracy was never meant for me
So fuck all that bullshit you tryna sell me
Close to the edge I'm begging you to push me
Revenge is the sweetest, next to getting pussy
Blood shed, too many dead
Fuck dwelling on what could be
Pulled over for what should be routine
Lead to a dead cop on the interstate
The irony, bigotry and black pride intersects
Two worlds collide, I'm fighting for my innocence
I'm only guilty for the skin I'm in
All the hate you give
Fucks us in the end
Blame hoover for the shooter
Racist maneuvers backfired in ya face like manure
Hate lead to his fate
Shot twice in the head
Cop dead
Death at the hands of his own gun
Now I'm on the run
Skin golden under Cuban sun