1862 Lyrics

Like one, one

One, one, eight, sixty two

Like one, one

One, one, eight, sixty two

Like one, one

One, one, eight, sixty two

Like one, one

One, one, eight, sixty two

Yo and we're back in the 1800s

Dudes be running

While ma fuckas be gunnin'

For my fam getting chased by dudes hiding under they sheets

The racism of many done run deep

Damn what you think? (what chu think?)

An my roots run deep

Ma fuckas don't give a damn what you done teach

My great grandma had to worry bout a gun piece

By the Sheriff in the town with damn police (yah, yah)

Try to tear down my people wassup (wassup)

Talk a little back and you get shot up (shot up)

Ain't a bitch, Ima be loud that's just how I was brought up (brought up)

Gotta problem, then my 6 shooters bout to be tossed up (tossed up)

An Sheriff took my great grandfather's land (yeah, land)

The house he built with his own two hands (two hands)

But that night he rolled back, ya

Lit a match, ya

Burnt the whole house down

Guess how we all feeling now (yah, yah)

1862 yah (eighteen)

1862 yah (eighteen)

1862 yah (eighteen)

1862 yah (sixty two)

1862, like yah

1862, like yah (like eighteen)

1862, like yah (sixty two)

1862, like yah

Riding through town ya

Sitting in a stagecoach

See a dude gunned down

Shot for his trench coat

Ma fuckas come round

Shot on the wrong ground

Eight Bullets holes found

Still saying he drowned like yah

Eighteen sixty two, yah

Eighteen sixty two, yah

Yah, eighteen sixty two, yah

Riding and riding and riding

And riding and riding, yah

1862 yah (eighteen)

1862 yah (eighteen)

1862 yah (eighteen)

1862 yah (sixty two)

1862, like yah

1862, like yah (like eighteen)

1862, like yah (sixty two)

1862, like yah