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I tell this story like a Rasta of a sister shot by coppers Outside her home, they at the door nobody cared to knock it Dreamin' with her honey, it was shockin', it's so surprisin' Midnight the door rockin', battle ram, no body talkin' "Who is it?", her honey barkin', who breakin' in our apartment Silence, as the man of the home he had to cock it He let one ring out as a warnin', tshey then shot in Thirty-two times, she dyin' like Bob Marley, he cryin' out I shot the sheriff But I did not shoot the deputy He shot me Nobody cares when These black bodies piled up in the street They shot me Bullets burn, they holocaust us Ashes to our daughters Pray our sons have granddaughters and live to be grandfathers Dedicated to Assata Broke our fourth chakra In the memory of the Rastas who forewarned us for Breonna We still dealin' with the trauma Prayin' for the mommas Civil suits they give us loot but ain't no healin' in the commas They lie and they lie and they lie on us Letras de cancionesWe the only ones that truly really cry for us Time and time again, we gotta fight for us The sheriff and the deputies, they got they rifles up As Sean Bell laid bleedin', never got married for reason Fifty shots, he was murdered by the cops singin' I shot the sheriff But I did not shoot the deputy He shot me Nobody cares when These black bodies piled up in the street They shot me I shot the sheriff But I did not shoot the deputy He shot me Nobody cares when These black bodies piled up in the street They shot me From Letras Mania