Wooden Box

You know Bluey had to cook this up
 Karltin!
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 We just want justice
 
 From cops that just don't trust us
 Bitch police, we ain't really fuckin' with no bitch police
 And if you don't like it, you can sit on these
 Know a better way to keep my wrist on freeze
 And they just profilin' from skin color to cloth stylin'
 And they just throw sirens and hope that we go silent
 And if you don't, then they show violence
 And there's another brother in a wooden box
 Laid out in dress clothes
 Shot by policemen, you know how the rest goes
 Every time I turn around
 I turn around, there's another brother in a wooden box
 Laid out in dress clothes
 Shot by policemen, you know how the rest goes
 Every time I turn around
 I see another mother's mascara rainin' down
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 And we just want justice
 
 From cops that just won't bust us
 Bitch police, we ain't sayin' nothin' to the bitch police
 Snitchin' where I'm coming from will get you pieced
 We ain't doin' nothing, why must I freeze?
 If you wanna search me, you can frisk on these
 You just profilin', yeah
 You just pro-violence, but there'll be no silence
 Are you blinded by your views? You can throw sirens
 See me on the news, there'll be no violence
 Just another brother in a wooden box
 Laid out in dress clothes
 Shot by policemen, you know how the rest goes
 Every time I turn around
 I turn around, it's another brother in a wooden box
 Laid out in dress clothes
 Shot by policemen, you know how the rest goes
 Every time I turn around
 I see another mother's mascara rainin' down
 
 Every time I turn around, mmm