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Terrace Martin – Pig Feet Lyrics

Pig Feet By Terrace Martin

They shot him
They shot him, they shot him
Oh my God, he didn’t even have a gun
Oh my God, he didn’t have a gun
He didn’t have a, oh God
He didn’t have a gun

Helicopters over my balcony
If the police can’t harass, they wanna smoke every ounce of me
Breath is alchemy, see how the life converted
You tell me life’s a female dog, well I’m perverted
Go to jail and get murdered
Murder was the case they gave us
Manipulate the system so the prison could save us, ayy
Nothin’ can save us
Foot Locker, liquor stores, undercovers bringin’ hordes
Ten years plus four, little kids die at war
Mama wants me baptized, swimmin’ in this blood shore
Shut down schools to open drug and gun stores
I see the floor, gotta flourish
When I’m readin’ my horoscope, the vision is horrid
But you be soarin’, stay woke
Rather die rich than stay broke
I was starin’ though my rearview in my pitch-black locs
My notes reappear, disappear, shit is wicked here
Tragedy all over the screen like William Shakespeare plays
Disease, the grade, increase grenades
Disease, the AIDS, I seize today
Like Wade, I fade away
I pray today, ’cause life is crazy
JAY-Z, a school for hard knocks
They want us crucified with stones and hard rocks

Ayy, bitch, calm down, what the fuck happened? (Oh no)
Stop fuckin’ screamin’, what happened? (Oh God, they shot him)
They killed the homie? (They shot him, the fuckin’ police shot him)
The police? (Oh my God)
The police killed him? (Oh no, no)
They just killed the homie, cuz (Oh my God)
Ayy, cuz, swing that car around, cuz, bring that chopper (Oh my God, the fucking police)
We finna kill these motherfuckers, nigga (Uh)

See all, we are VR
Sleep in, the snooze, beacons, the deacons keepin’ the rules
Creepin’ in rooms, she sneakin’ cheaps for the doom, cat’s kid in me
Little cats killed literally
How these cats talk bigotry? Like a Avatar forest, the machine talk, Jarvis
Whatever they hand you, it’ll be ours
Your hand’s stuck in the cookie jar, hold on to the sweet shit, beef shit
Green jackets, the old cats, feel the heat clips, E clips
Blacks cover the white light, cats stuck in the twilight
Wildlife sees the wise life, stuck in hindsight
Sign bright, read, catch-up, it’s monumental
Don’t mind you, then mind you what’s in my mind
Intertwine you, then sign you and don’t get no autograph from Patrick
Just collapse you, fuck the world for Cleopatra
Perhaps you sleep in your mattress, weak, stuck like a statue
A statue geeks, we attack you
Don’t at your street, we got ask you
Is this a cop-out? Bring the cops out
Bring the pigs, you see the picnic
We depict the indigenous people diggin’
Hold on to the life, we don’t go for the house arrest
Then done trapped us in the alphabet
Our outfits can’t get out the net
Net ballin’, an imaginary goal
Shot clock, what’s your net worth?
Chris Webber? Mm, deep webber? Mm
Time out, mom’s house, etymology, [?]
Be lesbian, buddy, you better study putting holes on this muddy road
Buddy code, they gon’ pay for takin’ my brother
Nah, I say we need one Mike and they shot the brown one
Y’all done forgot the brown one, the new white Mike, rockin’ the nightgown
It’s ancient, they cover the past with his kid blanket
Y’all sleep, y’all don’t see how the image changed
Remember the time, nigga, I’m here to remind niggas, we kings