Текст песни 6 Million Ways - Kemba

6 million ways to die I chose all
Heart sunk deep in my chest, the phone call
My knees got weak then I fled, and drove off
A voice saying, "Sorry to say this, but man your son didn't make it"

And damn, the videos taken, it seemed awful
Cops had a small altercation and teed off on him
Spectators screaming and pleading to ease off of him
Dammit, there's three on top, he's panicking
Panting to breathe, damaged, in need of oxygen

Manhandled and beaten, he's bleeding and leaving consciousness
Doing his best to scream with a copper's knee on esophagus
Empty pleas for providence
Saying please to the father, he wondered what kind of god this is

Without a second to swallow the news
All of the news cast crews passed through, past to talk with you
Politicians get called and the nearest alderman
Brought in the mix to comment on violence
And how they should be accountable

Niggas like J- Jackson, A- Shapton and all of them
Tryna politic even though you've been honest, you don't rock with them niggas
The news putting up pictures of the one time your son
Threw up gang signs 'cause he was young and he's just following niggas

A million right-wing think pieces and panelists dancing
With everything shorthanded of "that's the problem with niggas"
Politicians that's tryna secure a spot in the office
Going on tour to ensure us that they impartial to niggas

Black celebrity singers and self-proclaimed leaders
Be making sure they're distinguished from these intolerable niggas
White celebrities posting a pic of Martin
And getting praise in the comments
Like they was out there to march with that nigga

The city burning as we await for the verdict
People hope for the best but know to expect the worse shit
Another killer walks off free, it goes on
6 million ways to die, I chose all