Original lyrics

EN

hate on the trigger is a deafening sound faggot nigger hit the ground a day in the life of the great machine men in hoods of white parade in the street another mistrial after murdering a black man a black man i don't think they're done i don't think they're done i don't think they're done hangin' us by the neck lynching comes in subtle flavor drugs and guns and heavy labor you might get parole or a Ph.D. with selectively doled out opportunity bought and sold for centuries freedom comes but it ain't free i don't think they're done i don't think they're done i don't think they're done hangin' us by the neck