Shoot Back 2 (dear Officer) / Train Tracks Lyrics - Kxng Crooked

(I see my sister fighting and then I see them both on the ground and 

I'm trying to get my sister and then one officer came and 

then he picked me up and then he slammed me slam on the ground) 

I tell 'em you ain't gotta heartbeat or a soul but I'm gonna murder ya 

Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa- you a robocop I'ma show a circuit ya 

Beat the hood dirty I'ma do you dirtier 

I'm standing over the face of a cop with a gat end of the story 

I'ma take y'all back 20 hours earlier 

This what heads off the nonsense 

A cop walks in to break up a simple fight to anybody stab a teenage 

Girl unconscious 

They don't see human beings they see monsters 

Police are getting to brainwash them the facts news brainwash them 

And when the empire puts tips in your brain forget it mate 

Shit you say niggas can't stop 'em 

They murder us crazy in the head compassion for none 

They don't look at you and see a man they see some an alien stare 

That's why I'm asking to the police what kind of beast 

Do you have to become to kill have of us for fun 

Would you have shot Kamir in that was your son 

You pulled us over we got to bling Capitol One 

Go back where your from I'm strap with the drum 

I'm at if you cap you be crapped in the lung 

You trashed in the slum feeling like you didn't want it to stop it 

crack in the back if you run 

You left out of college 

Parents can't believe that police did your deed in death Mc 

The upper class they ain't in trance cuz even if they ask in laws 

They might never believe it 

Under hypnoses the empire hit 'em with their memory wipers 

So they don't remember they liked us 

If they don't see us asking revenge they don't give a fuck if 

Our enemies stipe us 

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I've told 'em you ain't gotta 

heartbeat or a soul but I'm gonna murder ya 

Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa- you a robocop I'ma show a circuit ya 

You did the hood dirty I'ma do you dirtier 

Standing over the face of a cop with a 

gat with only one shot end of the story 

Just like I said earlier 

(The observer takes many forms the observer collects human data 

Suffering is ageless oppression is timeless 

lets go back the year in 1932 the place Indiana) 

I got nowhere to go (I got nowhere to go) 

Cuz they kicked in my door (Cuz they kicked in my door) 

Then they killed all my folks (Then they killed all my folks) 

And they took all my hope (And they took all my hope) 

I'm on the train tracks (Train tracks) 

I'm on the train tracks (I'm on the train tracks) 

I ain't coming round here again (Coming round here again) 

Till I get my selfs pay back (Get my selfs pay back) 

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He slept all night at the railroad tracks with no nav stack 

His own vat was his death 

He just kicked back relaxed in his head with an old back pack 

Dreaming about leaving town and never go back 

But this is no ham fact 

This is the fray grade hurts breaks grinds then you squeaking 

Woke him up climbed to his feat 

He started running alongside the train timing his leap 

But don't fear when tears dry to 

his feat cuz he was crying in his sleep 

His heart beat fast he's skipping town with everything he has 

His clothes his life and his past got a nightmare in past 

See it was April 19th the night he 

saw knights crossed in a white sheep 

Eight men came in by the sound they 

just wanted to get some nights sleep 

They slaughtered them like sheep 

Before they cut his mother to the white meat 

He told her her younger son to run and 

hopped out the window and hit the side street 

Look back the corner and see the father's body doorman 

Hanging like a ornament on a pine tree 

Why me death came riding on horses survivors 

the forces of course have Survivors remorses 

That night the source that changed the course of his life 

They mored him into the life of an orphan 

Before that shit was perfect now he's raising himself on the streets 

Doing our job on a different circuit 

He's shining white mens shoes 

They call him niggar while the kid is working 

But he's plotting revenge so this shit is worth it 

He put himself through college with that polish 

His past he was demolished it with knowledge 

But he promised to avenge the death of his mama and father 

So he hit his murderers in dead with the sunna of a scholar 

Some white men really befriended 

But others he simply pretended his memories trigger resentment 

Memories of the misery he mentally lived with 

Misery you figure his success would instantly end it 

No cuz one day he walked to the coffee shop 

Waiting for a cup of Jo longer than he ever waited 

He's at the back door cuz immigration was regulated 

The owner know he was educated but the law was segregated 

He sitting there thinking damn you think getting coffee is a hurdle 

Then he heard that made his blood hurdle 

The same voice from that forsaken night 

The same voice that told his mama I'm about to take your life 

The voice that told his mum this is my favorite knife 

Then pushed it in her gut and told her say goodnight 

The thirst for revenge became to hard to stop 

Knew he wouldn't get no justice if he called the cop 

Ran inside with an old pistol his father bought 

People shout like who let this niggar in this coffee shop 

The voice of the killer was heard loudly 

I'll kick this niggar out right now and do it proudly 

That's when the black man pulled his gun he threw it wildly 

The crowd jump pointed it at the killer told him 

I'll be damned if I let you get away with what you did 

I've been waiting to kill you with my father's gun since I was a kid 

One two three shots four five six 

The men now a dead he didn't know it would go like this 

None of this is planned one minute he's ordering some coffee 

Next minute the gun is in his hand 

The life of the person that murdered his mother in his hand 

So he took it and then looked at his 

daddies gun tucked it in his hand said 

(I remember the people coming in white people coming into our house 

with torches setting the curtains on fire) 

I got nowhere to go (I got nowhere to go) 

Cuz they kicked in my door (Cuz they kicked in my door) 

Then they killed all my folks (Then they killed all my folks) 

And they took all my hope (And they took all my hope) 

I'm on the train tracks (Train tracks) 

I'm on the train tracks (I'm on the train tracks) 

I ain't coming round here again (Coming round here again) 

Till I get my selfs pay back (Get my selfs pay back)