Bulletproof Love - Adrian Younge, Ali Shaheed Muhammad, Method Man

Man it is what it is,

Can’t understand a man if you ain’t lived what he lived

Roaches in the crib, Ain’t got no food up in the fridge

Plus the crime running' rampant and it’s screwing up the kids

Sway, admit — What kind of paradise is this?

I just want some 40 acres and some carats on the wrist

But these snakes is tryna gather in the pit

Where you get a cottonmouth plucking' ashes off the clip

Off the rip, now a challenger exists

And he bulletproof, shoot, what kind of caliber is this?

Got thugs in the store with the barrel on your lips

Sayin' «empty out the drawer» before he pound you with the grip

Lord, who to call when no one obeys the law

And there ain’t no Iron Man that can come and save us all?

Power to the people and Luke Cage the cause

And the cops got it wrong, We don’t think Cage involved

Look, dog, a hero never had one

Already took Malcolm and Martin this is the last one

I beg your pardon, somebody pulling' a fast one

And now we got a hero for hire and he a black one

And bullet-hole hoodies is the fashion

We in Harlem’s Paradise tell the captain

That I’m about to trade the mic for a magnum

Yeah, cause this is bulletproof love

And you already know what a bulletproof does

So you can take it from a bulletproof thug

The hood got his back, dog