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(Verse) Driving, black with a hat on A criminal by skin color You know, fitting the description Police be rolling round on a late night mission And controlling the streets, feels like they just patrolin for me And all of my brothers and latinos They swear to God that it ain't true but we know Probable cause is probably because I'm minding my own and you follow me for what? They call profiling police tactic I call it racism, bullshit, harassment Billions in taxes wasted on class action The real criminals passing by just laughing I'm at the stoplight, press gas And they jump behind me, all aggressive, lights flashin I hate this transaction with a passion, I'm tryin to get home, fuck all these questions you askin Young black man in an expensive car Be honest, what do you think? They could be up to no good or simply going to the movies Too often in the eyes of law enforcement it really doesn't matter Aus Songtexte Mania