Hate on the trigger is a deafening sound Faggot nigger hit the ground A day in the life of the great machine Men in hoods of white parade in the street Another mistrial after murdering A black man A black man I don't think they're done I don't think they're done I don't think they're done Hangin' us by the neck Lynching comes in subtle flavor Drugs and guns and heavy labor You might get parole or a Ph.D. With selectively doled out opportunity Bought and sold for centuries Freedom comes but it ain't free I don't think they're done I don't think they're done I don't think they're done Hangin' us by the neck