Being Black in America you are a target at every moment. That’s what this is about. If I had been a victim of police brutality. Dead or alive, my legacy will live on in my music and expression.
[Verse 1]
If I knew it yesterday
Would have bid myself another prayer
Tell my baby to love the way
She remembered me, not me disappearing
What really made us separate, wasn't cause of failing our needs
But color and the time and place
Cost my life and killed the man of her dreams
[Chorus]
You could shoot me down, in the streets
But in the music lives the spirit of my legacy
And you could shoot me down, in the streets
But in the music lives the spirit of my legacy
[Verse 2]
Was just another summer day
Walking home and passing Time Square
Worked tonight the normal way
But it was different there was tension in the air
Just a couple blocks away
Were a dozen cops looking for thief
The type of man they had to prey
Fit the image they had of me
[Verse 3]
I came around the corner when
They were sticking out they told me I should freeze
I was scared, dropped my wallet by mistake
Tried to run under the gun, innocently
[Chorus]
But you could shoot me down, in the streets
But in the music lives the spirit of my legacy
And you could shoot me down, in the streets
But in the music lives the spirit of my legacy
[Guitar solo]
[Chorus]
But you could shoot me down, in the streets
But in the music lives the spirit of my legacy
And you could shoot me down, in the streets
But in the music lives the spirit of my legacy