Tornup - The Looter

I burned your building to the level of the hell that I'm subjected to
Rejected by your economics' ethics
You could take away my family, humanity, and future
Then, all I could take was TV's
Abusers calling me "looter"
Because if you can't feel me
You can't feel a goddamn thing
You said, "Drop that thing! 'Fore I pop that thing!"
So, I'm looking in my hands
Because living's in the plans
But I can not bring them to let go
Because you cowards never really wanted peace
You just want that thing

Doo-wop, doo-wop
One shot, two shots
Guns hot, two cops
And just another slab of meat that wanted to play ball
Before a civil-suit acquittal and a "poorly-made call"
We never said that it would solve all of our people's problems to steal
You never offered to help dissolve them
You said, "Nah, they're not real"
Hope, now, they're real to you
When the blood money running through this country turns to ash, will you still do you?

Tell me, what point is my life?
When life is undone?
How do I go on?
Where does pride come from?
Dignity wasn't ever patriotically given to me
I found apparently that pride was not in my inheritance from your founding parents

So, pride, I stole back
My theft is righteous
My wealth: a soul black
My God's the highest
And I pray to the same God that you will feel my story
And I pray to the same God that if you do not, he will kill you for me
I hope a riot I could instigate will kill you for me
Or a song that I once listened to will kill you for me
Cuz you ignored me and
All I wanted was to once meet my Uncle Jerome
And all I wanted was my nephew safe inside his home
And all I wanted was for you to watch your fuckin tone
And all I wanted you to say was one day you'd repay the loan

Written by:
Torry Finley

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