They do a color check, yeah
Before they hear my name
Say they keep us safe, yeah
But they aim it at my face
Color check, yeah
Badge cold, heart blank
Stars on the whip, but the blood still stains
Born here, tax paid, still a suspect
Paperwork clean, still they wanna test that
Smile for the cam, hand near the holster
Freedom cost more when you’re closer
Red, white, blue on the marketing
Brown skin make ’em nervous, they targetin’
Say it’s the law, say procedure
Funny how the rules bend when they see ya
News say “incident,” mama say “murder”
Camera on, truth pixel-blurred
I joke, I flex, I laugh on beat
’Cause if I don’t laugh, I’m dead in the street
They do a color check, yeah
Before they hear my name
Say they keep us safe, yeah
But they aim it at my face
Color check, yeah
Badge cold, heart blank
Stars on the whip, but the blood still stains
Big fucking heroes, zip-ties tight
Handcuff brown kids before they learn to write
Kindergarten halls, little shoes in a row
Teach ’em fear early, call it control
Lunchbox down, teacher froze in shock
“Protocol,” they say, watch the clock
Gold-star saviors with a camera grin
Tell the parents “comply,” tell the kids “don’t win”
Mothers in the street, groceries in hand
Shots pop quick in the promised land
Headline reads “threat,” body reads “mom”
Sirens scream loud, then the quiet comes on
Tape the block like a movie set
Clear the scene, never clear the debt
Thoughts and prayers, case “under review”
Close it clean like they always do
They do a color check, yeah
Before they hear my name
Say they keep us safe, yeah
But they aim it at my face
Color check, yeah
Badge cold, heart blank
Stars on the whip, but the blood still stains
Media drafts the hit before facts land
“Crazed agitator,” bold headline
“Domestic terrorist,” roll that tape
Scroll old posts to justify fate
Never say mother, never say nurse
Never say citizen dead on the curb
Kill the name till it sounds deserved
Save the shield, protect the nerve
Masks on tight like they know the score
No faces, no names when they kick that door
Think the badge make ’em ghosts in light
History hunts, yeah, patient bite
Same old hate in a federal font
Order and chaos fronted as law
You can stall, you can delay
Every hidden face gets framed someday
They do a color check, yeah
Before they hear my name
Say they keep us safe, yeah
But they aim it at my face
Color check, yeah
Badge cold, heart blank
Stars on the whip, but the blood still stains
American Dream, baby, stars and bars
Sell it real shiny from a tinted car
Freedom on layaway, paid in blood
Smile for the flag while it floods the mud
They say “not all,” I say “enough”
Patterns don’t lie, that’s not bad luck
Laugh-track nation, tragedy rerun
Same scene, new clip, same finger, gun
Color check? Nah.
Human first.
Hide your face... still guilty.
Time got receipts.
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