Black Hoodie

I’m chillin in my black hoodie

You know what that means

It’s time for me to prepare for unnecessary stops, searches, and frisking

They know I’m always clean

But they check , check, check because man those cops are mean

I walk a few blocks with my black hoodie

Man the cops stop, they shout “spread your legs for me”

They know I’m always clean

But they check, check, check because man those cops are mean

I nod my head to my white counterparts

Everybody knows they’re the drug dealers but they’ll never see the courts

Being of lighter skin gives them an advantage we all can see

The very next day, it’s cold outside I wear my black hoodie and am prepared for the day

Once again those same ole’ cops come my way

“You look a lil nervous” they say I reply “man yall know I’m clean”

But they check, check, check because I am caged and will never be free

 
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