Picking Cotton - Cupcakke

my sister wheezing so i'm speeding down the e-way, having a baby don't blame me for being late, officer light so bright i hear a siren, pull me over and it's over shots firing, bleeding bad, tryna look at his badge, blood bath because he decided to spaz, aiming at my brain to put me under a grave, cops say yo car was moving faster than a runaway slave, than i froze, can't even stand up on my toes, why shoot when there's a taser and a pole?, blue and black lives matter, who knows?, is you gone call it in? the ambulance they could have took me, it's always that one cop that try to be a rookie, this ain't right why blacks and whites can't stick together, do whatever sorta like a duplex cookie, you fucking rookie, beat us and treat us so rotten, still think we slaves we just not picking cotton, yall beat us and treat us so rotten, still think we slaves we just not picking cotton, yall beat us and treat us so rotten, beat us and treat us so rotten, beat us and treat us so rotten, still think we slaves we just not picking cotton, they don't really want us to speak its about unity, right now i'm rapping on a white man's beat, cause i'm complete and comfortable with me, every white man is not corrupted as the white men we see, i could vouch for that but some still stuck in a state of mind, or putting us behind and making us leave out the back, play that damn angel when they among us, but 164 years back they hung us, i'm not a slave to the white man, or white woman standing by me, i'm not a slave to the record labels bidding how to sign me, i am not a slave i am brave video every cop that make us stop, before our body drop and be sure to press save, we need that for proof these cops they goof, they pull you over and shoot then play it off like oops, intimidated by our presence so he be drawing the weapon, not screaming justice for nothing we not gone keep on failing, beat us and treat us so rotten, still think we slaves we just not picking cotton, yall beat us and treat us so rotten, still think we slaves we just not picking cotton, yall beat us and treat us so rotten, beat us and treat us so rotten, beat us and treat us so rotten, still think we slaves we just not picking cotton, of course, there's no remorse, upon the force, freedom of speech till i'm hoarse, you ain't gotta you ain't gotta, you ain't gotta call me a nigga, i'm dead even if i surrender, you ain't gotta call me a nigga, i'm dead even if i surrender, oh yo, you ain't gotta call me a nigga, i'm dead even if i surrender, i said you ain't gotta call me a nigga, i'm dead even if i surrender