(Verse 1)
This is real, no chatter
Pit- pity patter
Cries in the streets saying "Black Lives Matter"
Rise to the ladder
World madder than it's ever been
Blood on the hands
Cops hide the evidence
Nobody stepping in
Motherfuck the President
Funny how nobody else
Is even there to question him
Weapon is my mind
Walking on a fine-line
Time to kill the captain
Cus we sick of saying "I-I"
All we want is "We" now
Time to be free now
On some real
We should all defund police now
(Chorus)
Waiting on someone out there to do something...
Waiting on someone out there to do something
Cause I don't even think they care for us
I don't even think they there for us
Shit I already know they don't care for us
Shit I already know they ain't there for us
Waiting on someone out there to do something...
Waiting on someone out there to do something
(Verse 2)
Speaking my truth
Speaking my mind
Crumble like cookies
That be the sign o' the time
Real shit
Times got me lost for words
Clearly I'm a target
Even caution couldn't call it
Depending on the cop
And if he pissed off or not
About my black skin
Or of my nappy ass locs'
Just waiting on a reason
And then he starts reaching
And then he get to squeezing
Kill-a-nigga season
That's why its fuck 12
Fuck pigs, fuck cops
Fuck an op
And I pray that they don't kill me when this drops
Fuck America
(Chorus)
Waiting on someone out there to do something...
Waiting on someone out there to do something
Cause I don't even think they care for us
I don't even think they there for us
Shit I already know they don't care for us
Shit I already know they ain't there for us
Waiting on someone out there to do something...
Waiting on someone out there to do something
They Don’t Care was written by Curtis Roach.
They Don’t Care was produced by Cheer Captain.
Curtis Roach released They Don’t Care on Fri Jun 19 2020.