[Verse 1] Seven cops with they knees on his back And they still had to put the metal handcuffs on him Seven times did he plead, \"Couldn't breath\", but they still said he had a fuckin' hand gun on him The chance now is second to none, if the man had no gun and they shot the man down We wouldn't read nothin' about it in papers unless the man ain't really been black or brown Life is a muthafuckin' bitch and I ain't about to change that shit But I'm gonna make an honest promise to make a billion dollars and I'm about to bring change real quick
Platoon gon' rock
[Verse 2] Uh, now it's mice over men Yeah we die but we silent again, and they ask when the violence will end Man it's hard to look past through that problem my friend And I can rent you a Benz, cop tickets first class with a friend But I bet your bitch ass still never rolled through where the fuck I done lived and I've been Uh, Spark