Lyrics Letter To The System - T.I. , Translee , London Jae

What's on the mind... of a Black Man right
Now?
I wonder...
Ain't it hard enough... to raise your sons and
Your daughters up?
Without dealing with the racist stuff
Man I just got out of prison trying hard as
Fuck
And it seem like its a green light on anyone
With my skin type
Get pulled up before a tail-light and get shot
Know what dat feel like? Man it real life
We ain't have to be brought here man, real
Life
But the fact is that we all here
If you don't like, you shud've left us where
We were
Bruh, its all your fault, see L.O.L. J.K. J.K.
Yeah
Everybody seem cool bout it yeah
Reparation that never happen, but we ain't
Just gon be abused by it ya'll, wait a minute
I'm confused, I thought every man was
Treated equal, read it in the constitution,
Yeah only when they feel like sticking to it
But U.S.A. the greatest nation in the world,
Dat my story and I'm sticking to it
Kepp sticking to it
Letter to the System (yeah)
For my brothers in them prisons (yeah)
And the soldiers there that be feeding to
Your bullshit (say bitches, us or else)
Man, this shit designed to beat us
You should to find wonder little bus
Sick of the way you treat us, this some
Bullshit (say bitches, us or else)
{Yeah, you on my shit list, yeah}
Letter to the system {You dig?}
I hop you bitches listen {You dig?}
Stay the fuck out of my business (Bitches,
Us or else) {Minding Minding my business,
Yeah}
Fucking rebel [?] {You dig?}
All of my 48 {You Dig?}
You leave us (Bitch, us or else)

[?] all on Instagram, they don't give a damn
Grandma on the phone screaming "Oh Boy
Oh Boy"
Damn it, she ain't never heard of Killa Cam
Clocks feeling like a celing fan
She remember back when Martin Luther, he
Would march and march and let the million
Man and that shit begin again
Man, they got the problem solver for
Y'all,.38s and revolvers
They should've never involved us
Probably knew that white women was
Stalkers
Neiman to Marcus, [?], Narcotic Targets,
Walkin to [?] and walk out of Target
Stop and risk police going in my pocket
Drug search over [?] drug dog when they me
They barking
Black skin at the target, black for sale at the
Black market
And its all for free, we don't ask for nothing
I got me, I ain't backwards hustling
We got us, we ain't taxing us
Get yo ass back back back back back back
To the back of the bus
Letter to the System, (yeah)
For my brothers in them prisons (yeah)
And the soldiers there that be feeding to
Your bullshit (say bitches, us or else)
Man, this shit designed to beat us
You should to find wonder little bus
Sick of the way you treat us, this some
Bullshit (say bitches, us or else)
{Yeah, you on my shit list, yeah}
Letter to the system {You dig?}
I hop you bitches listen {You dig?}
Stay the fuck out of my business (Bitches,
Us or else) {Minding Minding my business,
Yeah}
Fucking rebel [?] {You dig?}
All of my 48 {You Dig?}
You leave us (Bitch, us or else)