Lyrics

So you like my profile
That's why you follow me for a mile
Then you put the lights on
You got the gun, you already won

Put my hands behind my back
Swaddle them in carbon steel
Won't give any flak
Dead men don't appeal, no

You are such a liar
Selling us your reasons; we're not buyers
Then you get to frisk me
Shout at my wife, make me fear for my life

Put my hands behind my back
Swaddle them in carbon steel
Won't give any flak
Dead men don't appeal

I know what this is
I know what this is
I know what this is
I know what this

At 18 I was stopped while driving my mom’s truck
What pops told me after the incident really stuck
Why’d he pull me over? I did nothing wrong
Dad said think about it, knowing all along
From the questions I was asked - I was interrogated
Whose car is this? Where you headed? Home, I stated
Right around the corner. Oh, you live over here?
While treated like a foreigner, it became clear
He didn’t think I belonged in this nice neighborhood
Especially not at night in a vehicle this good
In his mind he was thwarting a theft
Cause what’s the odds I stay down the street to the left
Then my own train of thought hit me as it jumped the track
My dad said you get it now, driving while black
That’s why he pulled you over and ran your plates
Took your ID and he made you wait

Put my hands behind my back
Swaddle them in carbon steel
Won't give any flak
Dead men don't appeal, no no no