What do you do? (repeats 9x over the talking)
(Man, you first, gotta, like, keep your calm)
(I mean, like all these people was tellin’ me, you’re not bulletproof)
(I still don’t know)
(Why do you think that a lot of young black kids are getting killed by the police? What’s your opinion?
(Ah, man, that I can’t figure, bro. I can’t figure that for nothin’, bro.)
(Remember, you’re not bulletproof)
(The worst thing you can do is get yourself killed because from there, you don’t have your power.)
(I just keep it cool.)
(Wasn’t no arguin’ when somebody got a gun; might get shot.)
(Wouldn’t argue, just stay calm, calm down. Don’t try to escalate the situation.)
(Pull out my fuckin’ camera. I’d try to cooperate as much as I can…)
(You getting’ stopped in some back alley somewhere, you’d better do whatever he tells you to do, no matter if he’s wrong as hell.)
(They have to express that they know what their rights are, but I wouldn’t resist or fight back. I just think that it’s too dangerous a climate for anybody to do that, but especially for … people.)
(If you know you’re not doing anything wrong, you be patient, follow whatever orders, you’ll be able to get away just fine. Other than that, I don’t know, if you can’t get that.)
What do you do?
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