Young Deuces - Martin-Malcolm Lyrics

This the thoughts of a nigga who was Martin
Who went Malcolm, Now let me tell you where it all started l
The flow smartened, police, they was making me cold hearted
Turn this nigga from sleeper right into a whole spartan
Now I'm masked up, Molotov cocktail in my palms
To my pastor please come and recite a couple of psalms
This was after, seeing my people treated so wrong
Nigga back up, we won't be taking this shit for long
Fuck that badge, nigga ain't no honor to yo medal
Demanding respect homie, nigga we never settle
Seems lost in translation you ain't speaking at my level
Sit up straight when you speaking to the leader of the rebels
Politicians probably missin the shit that I was probably kickin
Politicking speaking and black lives was oddly mentioned
White guys wit wrong intentions saying they probably listen
But we know they won't so I'm jab jabbin karate kickin
(Karate sound) fury fistin & nun chucks
We got a president elected off of dumb luck
This shits trash throw it all up in dump truck
Throw ya Ewings on everybody getting pumped up

Look my mind is on Martin, my heart pump Malcom
Martin, Malcolm, Martin, Malcolm
Look my mind is on Martin, my heart pump Malcom
Martin, Malcolm, Martin, Malcolm
Look my mind is on Martin, my heart pump Malcom
Martin, Malcolm, Martin, Malcolm
Look my mind is on Martin, my heart pump Malcom
Martin, Malcolm, Martin, Malcolm

All I want is... love and peace
Let me cruise without the blues tryna fuck wit me
Let us protest without us leaving in custody
Let's talk it out, keep it real homie, what's the beef?
Why you throwing dirt on my race
When you got us we ain't never heard of this place
But you snatched us, expecting us to work in this place
Nigga back up, don't you see the hurt in his face
Shit is lame, 20-17 shit is the same
New month, new hashtag shit is a shame
If you ain't mad, then I'm saying shit you sick in the brain
Another brother down, but they saying niggaz is slain
So I'm just standing by this window
Pistol gripping by any means and I know they know
They try to hold me and put me down up inside a kennel
But I'm movin' and boxing and slicing like I'm Kimbo
I'm standing up for my dead roots it's our rights
You not accepting the dead truth cause it's hard right
They drop the poison infecting us with that hard white
And then they kill us off loosies and broken car lights
I mean the shit is ridiculous, so suspicious
Malicious bigot's, positioned it
Niggaz turned to militias
We fixin shit, if you listenin
Swift missions and pistol grips, mind militant , innocence
Black lives remember it, Black Lives Remember it

Look my mind is on Martin, my heart pump Malcom
Martin, Malcolm, Martin, Malcolm
Look my mind is on Martin, my heart pump Malcom
Martin, Malcolm, Martin, Malcolm
Look my mind is on Martin, my heart pump Malcom
Martin, Malcolm, Martin, Malcolm
Look my mind is on Martin, my heart pump Malcom
Martin, Malcolm, Martin, Malcolm