Clockers Lyrics

(What the fuck)

(Fucking blue lights)

(Registration good, my license is good)

(What the fuck is he pulling me over for)

(Whatever, Ima play it cool, play it cool)

(Is there a problem)

Want to pull me for a brake light

Naw something don't seem right

Oh yea im black and you white

My fitted sit low so that means I fight

Dumb stereotypes bringing the fright

They shoot in broad daylight imagine the night

Hang us for the world to see high as kites

No value for life kill and don't think twice

Bloodclaught 12 swear they doing there job

When they gun a brother down get the praises and nods

Never found guilty to me that's odd

The judge acting salty time to boil out the cod

I've heated up patience about to boil over

My life matters before my life is over

Population control every badge got a quota

How you end a life over skittles and a soda huh

(Oh is that right)

(whatever you say)

Second verse brutality getting worse

No riding shotgun just riding in a hearse

Doctor tied up get the news from the nurse

For crying out loud don't tell me don't curse

Losing all my peers from government fears

Saying sorry my dears to the mothers with tears

Got to watch how I talk watch out for listening ears

When we really are in trouble they ain't nowhere near

Tired of the bullshit tired of the lies

Tired of seeing rock bottom everytime I try

To make something for myself money to survive

I'm alive but they set it up so I likely die

I liquor store another over there

What's organic in a neighborhood that don't care

Training us for war that we have with ourselves

If we aint killing dying buying out the shelves