Bulletproof Love Lyrics - Adrian Younge

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