They call me dark as coffee A coffin stained with it. And glass windows Silent depends on deadpan crescendos Let em know let em know you love em A dozen cousin who wasn't with em before Of course forming on Formations of slaughtered relatives It all becomes relative I was just numb to the hurt Beat his brains I got blood on shirt Might have to change it before work or get a write up I'm bout ready to riot Fuck I'm bias of course I'm bias! I look like Len Bias This isn't war? Will is it an issue I got the missile codes For Code Orange here you go It traveled beneath a boat Along a rocky journey, turning through jungles I wasn't humbled Stumbled on plymouth rock A hard place was presented I lent myself to my kin folk Spoke like a folk lore of black faces on mountains amount to more than a God Amongst your people Evil deceitful, treat em like steeples Get out the fetal I won't be feeble x2 And you saying that we made it I see the sun shine but I'm chilling where the shade is And they saying that we made it? I see the sun shine but I'm chilling where the shade is And they saying that we made it? I see the sun shine but I'm chilling where the shade is Black goddess diety for godless men Still we pray Are we their prey (Baby boy) Called him a man to slay him And then I'm born again Christened in Rose blossoms Toss em every so often Sorry the shot em hope that my flowers can soften a hallow heart When that hallow tip hit heart Rip apart when it wasn't full When that trigger pull it's a couple Pulizter dramas For one second And then some reverend looking for our reparations One flag for a hundred nations Leave him he isn't breathing Better in Eden He dodge hell And you saying that we made it I see the sun shine but I'm chilling where the shade is And they saying that we made it? I see the sun shine but I'm chilling where the shade is And they saying that we made it? I see the sun shine but I'm chilling where the shade is They picked blackberries from black girls skinny fingers. And told them a truth unconfirmed and speculative of wicked minds. This juice we drink is product of the fruits of their labor. Cursing Ham for this inheritance we beg not for our thirst to be quenched by our own blood. For this forced canabalism creates a hunger deeper than The Deluge. My empty belly calls out for sustenance in a wide world, full of mangos and Jack fruit How come we can't feed our children? Dying slowly of a biblical drought hoping that rain water will patter softly in these steal bowls I crafted them from my shackles. Unbound but without the components necessary to live, I waste away slowly like a rasin in the sun