Cloudy with a chance to die

I get up every morning and put on a suit and tie

Forecast cloudy with a chance to die

Head held up and try my best to be fly

Because I don’t wish to be perceived as anything less than a nice guy

But do you see that about me, no

All you see is that I’m angry, so?

I have the right to be when you’re kneeling on my neck and I told you I can’t breathe

I have the right to be when you assume I’m carrying cause you can’t see

When you stop me in the streets cause I fit the description

But you shoot me when I move my arm after I’ve asked for permission

So yes I’m angry and I’m not sorry for taking action

Against a system that works for its own satisfaction

I’m a danger to society but you’re the one with the gun in his hand unwilling to understand

That in this system my people have been oppressed

By those who wouldn’t listen to our signals of distress

I want to say so much but I digress

How can I even breathe when you’ve got me so stressed

I can’t walk down the street past the boys in blue

Without the feeling in my gut that it could be me too

But still I hold my head up and maintain my vigor

My mama told be to be good and I will deliver

Because I was born for something bigger

Than for you to see me as a NIGGER