Killer Mike - Burn Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
If you and your folks love
Me and my folks like
Me and my folks love you and your folks
If there ever was folks
That ever ever was poor

It seems a nigga can't get a job
But I can get arrested
Thought shit was changing with
This Black president shit
My bitch got me fucked up
Goin' to get tested
Cause while I was locked up
She was livin' reckless
Just another ordeal a real
Nigga gotta deal with
If you on the bottom right
You gotta feel this
I know that you're frustrated and
You want to kill shit
Stock pile your weapons cause that day
Just might come real quick

Burn this motherfucker down
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
I will burn this motherfucker down
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
You and your folks, love me and my folks
Like me and my folks love you and your folks
Never was folks

They say the cop wrote a
Letter apologizing to Oscar
Guess they say I'm wrong because
I still say drop 'em police in the ghetto
They is killin' niggas daily
But when we get to bustin' back
They say that we crazy
Prisons overcrowded and schools is too
Cause they undereducate ya and got
A place for you
Niggas go to prison, the new age slavery
Now you know why they undereducate your baby

They say get a job
You can 'Think & Grow Rich'
But what are you to do when
A dollar ain't worth shit
And the jobs ain't hirin'
And unemployment is gone
They gonna repo' your car
And foreclose your home
Me, I suggest you get yourself a shotgun
So when they come to evict
You can make 'em run
The banks got bailed out
But we still suffering
So I got a gun cuz I done had enough of'em

They say love Jesus and listen to your pastor
But Jesus told the truth and
The pastor's a lying bastard
All he talk about is economic elevation
And all Jesus talked about was soul salvation
Jesus sat with the sick and
He walked with the poor
And if he gave blood for our
Sins why we givin' more
I got some gangster disciples at
Church with me tonight
With that $5 worth of gas and
A match book of lights