Lyrics
[Intro] "Another Sunday, blessings on the table...
Basketball at the court, family at the cable...
Preacher on the pulpit, but the sirens don't fade...
Just another name on the list they made."
[Verse 1] When the boys pulled up,
Hands up, don't shoot!
Knees on the concrete, glock in my face, no lie.
Vengeance, no justice,
Just a beatdown, a chase, a life lost in the dust.
Blood on the pavement,
Looks like the devil’s touch.
Scars on my skin, gold in my grill, but the smile ain’t much.
Missing a tooth? That’s just the hood’s way,
No harm, just a block party,
Beer, blunts, and the sun’s last ray.
[Chorus] No harm, just the hood’s routine,
A beer, a blunt, a life in between.
But the sunset was golden,
‘Til the baton swung for no reason...
Another body, just part of the scene,
Just another day in the hood, under the system’s machine.
[Verse 2] They talk ‘bout peace, but peace is a dream,
On these streets, the blood stains the concrete.
Ball game on the radio, sweat on my brow,
But the violence is the air that we breathe right now.
Laughs at the corner, jokes at the store,
‘Til the shot ring out, and the laughter’s no more.
Mama in the kitchen, hunger in the plate,
And the cop on the corner, with his hand on his waist...
[Bridge] "They call it routine,
We call it genocide.
They talk ‘bout safety,
We count the names in the obituary’s side."
[Chorus - Final] No harm, just the hood’s routine,
A beer, a blunt, a life in between.
But the sunset was golden,
‘Til the baton swung for no reason...
Another body, just part of the scene,
Just another day in the hood, under the system’s machine.