1862

Like one, one One, one, eight, sixty two Like one, one One, one, eight, sixty two Like one, one One, one, eight, sixty two Like one, one One, one, eight, sixty two Yo and we're back in the 1800s Dudes be running While ma fuckas be gunnin' For my fam getting chased by dudes hiding under they sheets The racism of many done run deep Damn what you think? (what chu think?) An my roots run deep Ma fuckas don't give a damn what you done teach My great grandma had to worry bout a gun piece By the Sheriff in the town with damn police (yah, yah) Try to tear down my people wassup (wassup) Talk a little back and you get shot up (shot up) Ain't a bitch, Ima be loud that's just how I was brought up (brought up) Gotta problem, then my 6 shooters bout to be tossed up (tossed up) An Sheriff took my great grandfather's land (yeah, land) The house he built with his own two hands (two hands) But that night he rolled back, ya Lit a match, ya Burnt the whole house down Guess how we all feeling now (yah, yah) 1862 yah (eighteen) 1862 yah (eighteen) 1862 yah (eighteen) 1862 yah (sixty two) 1862, like yah 1862, like yah (like eighteen) 1862, like yah (sixty two) 1862, like yah Riding through town ya Sitting in a stagecoach See a dude gunned down Shot for his trench coat Ma fuckas come round Shot on the wrong ground Eight Bullets holes found Still saying he drowned like yah Eighteen sixty two, yah Eighteen sixty two, yah Yah, eighteen sixty two, yah Riding and riding and riding And riding and riding, yah 1862 yah (eighteen) 1862 yah (eighteen) 1862 yah (eighteen) 1862 yah (sixty two) 1862, like yah 1862, like yah (like eighteen) 1862, like yah (sixty two) 1862, like yah