Animals

C#9 B9 A C#9 B9 These old sneakers, faded blue jeans, no tricks, no gimmicks C#9 I be stomping down-down, down-down, down demons B9 Rolling up trees in the belly of the beast A Where the people disagree C#9 The upper class hate, middle don't exist B9 The bottom of the beat, glad I got my sticks C#9 Are you jumping on a fad, laying in a ditch B9 A I be stomping down demons, stomping down quick, come on C#9 And please don't come around these parts B9 And tell me that we all a bunch of animals C#9 The only time they wanna turn the cameras on B9 A Is when we're fuckin' shit up, come on C#9 Bullets still ringing, blood on the cement B9 Black folks grieving, headlines reading C#9 Tryna pay it no mind, you just living your life B9 A Everyone is a witness, everyone got opinions C#9 Got a son of my own, look him right in his eyes B9 I ain't living in fear, but I'm holding him tight C#9 Got a son of my own, look him right in his eyes B9 A I ain't living in fear, but I'm holding him tight C#9 B9 And the old folks tell me it's been going on since back in the day But that don't make it okay C#9 B9 And the white folks tell me all the looting and the shooting's insane A But you don't know our pain C#9 And please don't come around these parts B9 And tell me that we all a bunch of animals C#9 The only time they wanna turn the cameras on B9 A Is when we're fuckin' shit up, come on C#9 And please don't come around these parts B9 And tell me that we all a bunch of animals C#9 The only time they wanna turn the cameras on B9 A Is when we're fuckin' shit up, come on