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