Black Lies Matter - Stann Smith

Name’s Smith

EKOET

Yeah

Don’t tell me black lives matter

I am not flattered with a hashtag

Shoot a black man down mad fast

Get away with it, that’s a black flag

Everybody wanna start marching

Everybody think they out shopping

Everbody wanna be black

But nobody wanna be a target

You don’t know how it feels

To see flashing lights in your rear-view

When you feel tense

Even though you know you ain’t did shit

That’s real shit

Refuse to call myself the N word

Or be climbing ladders as an intern

I’m a sober guard, I’m lookin' inward

Don’t test me, I’ma ace the midterm

I came from it, don’t stray from it

Made a name from it and a platform

Same one that I rap on

Some one I put facts on

I don’t wanna put hats on

I don’t wanna go back and forth

I don’t wanna do demonstrations

No cameras, that’s martial law

I said a dead men in Miami

Dead men in Staten Island

Shots fired, more shots fired

You a black man, you’ll die by it

Dead men in Miami

Dead men in Staten Island

Shots fired, more blacks scattered

Got black skin, black lies matter

Uh

Black lies matter

Tell the truth and them riots happen

Tell a lie and they march more

Tell the truth in this Baltimore

No hope for the black boys

Finish college, can’t get employed

Make the money how you get it, boy

Kill your brother and your sisters, boy

Make the music, I can feel it, boy

Make me wanna be a killer, boy

Make me wanna pull a trigger, boy

Even though you never did it, boy

Soundtrack that they crease you, though

Where the hell did black music go?

Went from b-being black and proud

To being in love with the coco

That’s snapshots if our backdrops

As blacks, we don’t have a lot

Sell drugs if you don’t have a shot

Sell you lies and make you advertise it on

ITunes and boost Apple profit

Hand the progress, that’s the process

Kill a man through his own subconscious

Fill his brain up with a bunch of nonsense

Make a slave into a spokesperson

Pay him pennies cuz' he know he worth it

Make him preach for his own destruction

Make a leader outta all these puppets

Mike Brown, Trayvon, march next day

They all Ray Charles

Can’t see the same time pattern

See the truth;

black lies matter

I said a dead men in Miami

Dead men in Staten Island

Shots fired, more shots fired

You a black man, you’ll die by it

Dead men in Miami

Dead men in Staten Island

Shots fired, more blacks scattered

Got black skin, black lies matter