Offing Us by Tyrin Lyrics
[Produced by Oz]
[Verse]
I'm not supposed to be living my life in the background
Nor will I ever be on a special where they at now
I swear to God I'll be rapping my way out of this damn crowd
So ya'll better get used to how this fucking man sound
Niggas talking and scoffing often 'bout how this nigga's rapping but going for the coffin
Since the cops just keep offing 'em, dropping 'em
Seeing niggas coughing up blood, but it's a profit to them
And people ain't even stopping them
So look at me now
A nigga's been raised up within this white crowd
I can end up like my brother Trayvon
I can end up like another Mike Brown
Nothing will change because of the song
Feelings won't change, stop shutting us down
They gonna blame the grim on rhymes
And things are good 'til bodies found
Rest in peace to the ones that are down
They won't sink, their pigment is brown
Talk on our backs when we're walking around
We ain't all penitentiary bound
And so we protest for progress
Without steps, make more mess
We don't get the cops and I'll care less
And reckless is straight
Down on my niggas for breakfast
And it's like our lives ain't precious
When I can't breathe now, I'm breathless
And the world is killing me, killing me down
They hearing our, hearing our sound
If you're feeling me, feeling me now
Tell them keep the bodies out the ground!
Ferguson to BK
If they don't stop man, the list will go on for fucking days
The systems starting to look more and more fucking gray
Now all I have to say to all my brothers
I really pray that all of ya'll will stay so safe
Until the man figures out a way to make a change and how ya'll mothafuckas think today
Or else we'll get to purging out in the damn craze
[Verse]
I'm not supposed to be living my life in the background
Nor will I ever be on a special where they at now
I swear to God I'll be rapping my way out of this damn crowd
So ya'll better get used to how this fucking man sound
Niggas talking and scoffing often 'bout how this nigga's rapping but going for the coffin
Since the cops just keep offing 'em, dropping 'em
Seeing niggas coughing up blood, but it's a profit to them
And people ain't even stopping them
So look at me now
A nigga's been raised up within this white crowd
I can end up like my brother Trayvon
I can end up like another Mike Brown
Nothing will change because of the song
Feelings won't change, stop shutting us down
They gonna blame the grim on rhymes
And things are good 'til bodies found
Rest in peace to the ones that are down
They won't sink, their pigment is brown
Talk on our backs when we're walking around
We ain't all penitentiary bound
And so we protest for progress
Without steps, make more mess
We don't get the cops and I'll care less
And reckless is straight
Down on my niggas for breakfast
And it's like our lives ain't precious
When I can't breathe now, I'm breathless
And the world is killing me, killing me down
They hearing our, hearing our sound
If you're feeling me, feeling me now
Tell them keep the bodies out the ground!
Ferguson to BK
If they don't stop man, the list will go on for fucking days
The systems starting to look more and more fucking gray
Now all I have to say to all my brothers
I really pray that all of ya'll will stay so safe
Until the man figures out a way to make a change and how ya'll mothafuckas think today
Or else we'll get to purging out in the damn craze