"Last Man Standing" lyrics
(from "Judas and the Black Messiah" soundtrack)
Ayo
Uh-uh, uh-uh
No more revolution, it's just fuck the opps, ignore the peace
Died in the hood, he never left, it's so much more to see
Heard the news 'bout him, really hurt me to my core for weeks
The other side and twelve hundred while we explore the streets
Jealous of my melanin, what make you human more than me?
They threatin' us, oppressin' us, we 'posed to play that cordially
Thinkin' 'bout that shit, like what if George was me?
Justice is fucked up, it's them to sit back and watch them torture me
Like why you ain't gon' help me, just recordin' me?
Feel pressure, then I'm shootin', final seconds at the quarter three
'Cause I be damned if I let a pig put a fork in me
The feds knockin', that just mean the devil at the door for me
I just hope the Lord with me
They tried to change the rules, but shit ain't goin' how they planned it
Guarantee you I'm gon' be the last man standing
Officer down, bodies droppin' and them shells landin'
Chi-town leadin' like Fred Hampton
Them baby starvin', their parents can't even afford Pampers
No wonder why it's hustle or die, and clap hammers
He dropped out of school, he only speakin' that trap grammar
They teachin' us lies, them facts scatter
Don't want us with self love, missin' history, ain't got answers
So they ain't promotin' no black Jesus or black Santa
Know our day will rise when we see through all the propaganda
On that front line, fist balled like Black Panther
Starin' in the eyes of a nigga-hatin' cracker
Like why the fuck I gotta prove to you my black ass matters?
No, really, why the fuck we still marchin'?
Badge abusers still sparkin'
'Cause my skin color I've seen real darkness
They tried to change the rules, but shit ain't goin' how they planned it
Guarantee you I'm gon' be the last man standing
Officer down, bodies droppin' and them shells landin'
Chi-town leadin' like Fred Hampton
Uh-uh, uh-uh
No more revolution, it's just fuck the opps, ignore the peace
Died in the hood, he never left, it's so much more to see
Heard the news 'bout him, really hurt me to my core for weeks
The other side and twelve hundred while we explore the streets
Jealous of my melanin, what make you human more than me?
They threatin' us, oppressin' us, we 'posed to play that cordially
Thinkin' 'bout that shit, like what if George was me?
Justice is fucked up, it's them to sit back and watch them torture me
Like why you ain't gon' help me, just recordin' me?
Feel pressure, then I'm shootin', final seconds at the quarter three
'Cause I be damned if I let a pig put a fork in me
The feds knockin', that just mean the devil at the door for me
I just hope the Lord with me
They tried to change the rules, but shit ain't goin' how they planned it
Guarantee you I'm gon' be the last man standing
Officer down, bodies droppin' and them shells landin'
Chi-town leadin' like Fred Hampton
Them baby starvin', their parents can't even afford Pampers
No wonder why it's hustle or die, and clap hammers
He dropped out of school, he only speakin' that trap grammar
They teachin' us lies, them facts scatter
Don't want us with self love, missin' history, ain't got answers
So they ain't promotin' no black Jesus or black Santa
Know our day will rise when we see through all the propaganda
On that front line, fist balled like Black Panther
Starin' in the eyes of a nigga-hatin' cracker
Like why the fuck I gotta prove to you my black ass matters?
No, really, why the fuck we still marchin'?
Badge abusers still sparkin'
'Cause my skin color I've seen real darkness
They tried to change the rules, but shit ain't goin' how they planned it
Guarantee you I'm gon' be the last man standing
Officer down, bodies droppin' and them shells landin'
Chi-town leadin' like Fred Hampton
Writer(s): Jay Singh, Wan Ying Chan
