What would you do if you had to feel the pressure?
Daytime comes its feeling like a dessert
Nighttime falls you hear distorted weapons
No phone calls

We don't talk to Tom Brady round these parts
Following codes a lost art
The corner was our RSS feed
Word travels, we scatter before the cuffs on
Be safe, make it home a mothers love song
And she play it every night like Touchtunes
They blame it on the bars not what life's reduced to
Redlining push you out the banks front doors
Dollar stores sposed to feed a family of four
And then corporations come in as landlords
And then they raise up the rent that we couldn't afford
Gentrifried chicken & a couple of stores/
We all seen the same thing happen before
And thats an image you can draw...../What you call sketchy we call home/How we under served when they dropping off glocks?
We served just fine when you understand the plot boy

What would you do if you had to feel the pressure?
Daytime comes its feeling like a dessert
Nighttime falls you hear distorted weapons
No phone calls

Tell me who's gonna save me now
When those bodies hit the ground and I'm all alone
All alone
Tell me who's gonna save me now
When those bullets hit the ground and I'm all alone

We never talk about duality
The fallacy is hiding in plain site
We Talkin like the issue isn't safety on both sides
A couple bad apples that's been hanging off the vine
Is summing up the force like a Star Wars line
Now progress is standing face to face with a protocol
People looking at you like they did Rach Dolezal
And where we from you can never get involved
Or look at the equation like a problem you can solve
So you take a route for all the ones who ain't make it out
And then they label you a villain cause you care about your hometown
The love song is still the same
But outside of that ain't a damn thing changed

Tell me who's gonna save me now
When those bodies hit the ground and I'm all alone
All alone
Tell me who's gonna save me now
When those bullets hit the ground and I'm all alone