I got questions that prayers never answer.
A lost belief in the false sense of human standards.
A king in the slaves world being black as a hazard.
The cotton in my shirt smelled death in the past.
I was born brokenhearted and the thoughts fractured.
For God,
y'all say sinners prayers and saints answered.
Spare me talking deaf ears on religious pandas.
Play the race card,
they are ahead by color standards.
We can't balance the ghetto on top of bodies piling
while the jailhouse and courthouse continue smiling.
Saint Bo brought us here as crews to
an island for shared blood was cold,
but it brought us diamonds.
Self-hate is a pandemic on the COVID-19.
Black math is subjecting us to a white science.
So we should take no solace in celebrity guidance
and still pay attention to their wealth and silence.
Don't scare Negroes today with no badge or no white
skin or no white sheet or no white anything else.
The police the same way.
They put their club upside your head and then
turn around and accuse you of attacking them.
Every case of police brutality against a Negro follows the same path.
My anger and thinking now on perfect alliance,
because it's deaf for me if I'm seen as non-compliant.
Segregation is a cell inside an empty-minded,
or is it racism in the race head start providing?
Simple as raw repainting,
history won't survive it,
but Nat Geo will somehow archive it.
Spoon-fed scraps, we at a table dining.
That's food for thought, the famous Miss Gotti.
The ignited crosses burn,
that message clear prided.
Request my presence,
be gone or be nailed inside it.
You don't see color,
but I guess that cover blinds you.
Take that mask off, we can find you.
This life is unfulfilled promises and dead leaders.
After kill white folks,
use the non-violent speeches.
Saying this ain't what MLK was thinking,
but he died under a pillow.
They smothered him.
I guess mayonnaise and raisins ain't the only seasoning.
Hey Siri, I'm being pulled over for a reason.
Maybe it's still Slave Patrol killer nigga season.
I wonder if you can spot all of the gun-like demons.
Or racism spells none in any region.
Why beg a person?
The truth, it ain't hard to seek it.
Pick Nick's letters,
hang out the rope receiving.
This a reminder history keep repeating.
* you thought that I wasn't gonna speak the needin'?
My soul dried,
it's tears now,
my heart is fleeting.
I'm from the village,
so every thought that is proceeding will be
for the success of heights that we all reach.
And then the criminals who attacked the victim,
are fused to be a victim of attacking him.
This is American justice.
This is American democracy.
And those of you who are familiar with it,
know that in America, democracy is hypocrisy.
Now if I'm wrong, put me in jail.
But if you can't prove that a democracy is not hypocrisy,
then don't put your hands on me.