| Portraits in the hall |
| I know you seen 'em all |
| Got a brother on my chin, Lord |
| Got a sister on my wall |
| Portraits in the hall |
| I know you seen 'em all |
| Eric Garner on my chest, Andrew playin' on a wall |
| See mama raised a good nigga |
| Granny raised a smart kid |
| Sometimes standin' up don’t involve standin' up |
| Look what Rosa Parks did |
| Some fights you win with peace |
| Look at Martin Luther King |
| Black man in white |
| Yellow tape all around the shootin' scene |
| Sometimes you gotta strike back, shit look at Huey P |
| We all fight the same war, it’s no them, it’s you and me |
| By any means, by any means, take a look at Malcolm X |
| In the midst of this chaos they still choose to rap about the cheque |
| I seen too many |
| Portraits in the hall |
| I know you seen 'em all |
| Got a brother on my chin, Lord |
| Got a sister on my wall |
| Portraits in the hall |
| I know you seen 'em all |
| Eric Garner on my chest, Andrew playin' on a wall |
| Uh, I got my hands in the air, they shootin' still |
| America’s roots reveal, the news conceal |
| Now the boys in blue abuse the shield |
| A lewd appeal for those they choose to kill |
| Show it or news, of views we snoozin' still, we doin' for real abuse and booze |
| and pills |
| To lose the feels of havin' the huge parachutes to fill |
| I could never posess the Martin Luther skills |
| Instead I hit the booth to spill the truth, 'cause truth is truth can heal |
| Food for the soul, put this in your tape deck while you cruise in your Coupe de |
| Ville, forgive the face and loot the real |
| Forced to resort once we jumped off them porches |
| The world is my muse of courses, depicted on my canvas, and man it’s a bloody |
| ass portrait |
| I’m just here to give my portion |
| I see too many |
| Portraits in the hall |
| I know you seen 'em all |
| Got a brother on my chin, Lord |
| Got a sister on my wall |
| Portraits in the hall |
| I know you seen 'em all (Yeah) |
| Eric Garner on my chest, Andrew playin' on a wall |
| Yeah, I hopped off the stoop train to shoot though |
| Promised older bro I’d find a loophole |
| The block is hot, the world is too cold |
| To live or die, the options twofold |
| When the cops out there, cock and shoot |
| Got the proof on two phones, watch, the blue code is real |
| They sayin' we should snitch, we tell 'em not to kill |
| Pick somebody brown, face down and they tell us not to feel when they left 'em |
| in the sun |
| We die when we surrender, we die when we run |
| The narratives the same, «You right, he had a gun» |
| Walks of godness, central blame, had none |
| So what’s it mean to protect and serve us? |
| These United States don’t deserve us |
| White’s get Miranda’s, we get a funeral service |
| It’s sad my melanin makes you nervous |
| It’s too many |
| Portraits in the hall |
| I know you seen 'em all |
| Got a brother on my chin, Lord |
| Got a sister on my wall |
| Portraits in the hall |
| I know you seen 'em all (Yeah) |
| Eric Garner on my chest, Andrew playin' on a wall |