| Yeah, you know sometimes I think
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| They don’t truly understand me, you know
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| Cause they don’t, yeah, uh
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| Can’t change the world unless we change ourselves
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| Die from the sicknesses if we don’t seek the health
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| All eyes be my witness when I speak what’s felt
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| Full house on my hands, the cards I was dealt
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| Three K’s, two A’s in AmeriKKKa
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| I’m just a black spade spawned out the nebula
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| And everything I do or say today that’s worthwhile
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| Will for sure inspire actions in your first child
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| I’ll begin my verse now
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| Sometimes I speak and I feel like it ain’t my words
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| Like I’m just a vessel channeling inside this universe
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| I feel my ancestors unrested inside of me
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| It’s like they want me to shoot my chance in changing society
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| But how do I go about it? |
| Tell me where I start?
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| My destiny rerouted when I chose to follow heart
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| You told to follow suit, but tell me what it do for you?
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| Except weigh you down, now you trapped inside the cubicle
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| They built for us
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| The first step into change is to take notice
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| Realize the real games that they tried to show us
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| 300 plus years of them cold shoulders
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| Yet 300 million of us still got no focus
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| Sorry America, but I will not be your soldier
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| Obama just wasn’t enough, I need some more closure
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| And Donald Trump is not equipped to take this country over
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| Let’s face facts 'cause we know what’s the real motives
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| In the land of the free, it’s full of free loaders
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| Leave us dead in the street to be their organ donors
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| They disorganized my people, made us all loners
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| Still got the last names of our slave owners
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| In the land of the free, it’s full of free loaders
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| Leave us dead in the street to be their organ donors
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| They disorganized my people, made us all loners, yeah
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| We can’t change the world unless we change ourselves
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| Die from the sicknesses if we don’t seek the health
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| All eyes be my witness when I speak what’s felt
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| Full house on my hands, the cards I was dealt
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| Three K’s, two A’s in AmeriKKKa
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| I’m just a black spade spawned out the nebula
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| And everything I do or say today is worthwhile
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| Will for sure inspire action, hold up, yeah, uh
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| Trickery in the system, put my niggas in prison
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| All our history hidden, ain’t no liberty given
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| We all fit the description of what the documents written
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| We been lacking the vision and barely making a living
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| We too worried to fit in while they been benefitin'
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| Every time you submittin', we all guilty admit it
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| The Lord won’t get you acquitted, but you still ask for forgiveness
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| Put opiates in syringes then inject his religion
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| How many times do I gotta tell you I’m a man on a mission
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| Many times I gotta tell you I don’t need no permission
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| A human with super vision, ain’t no livin' condition
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| I’m reaching out to my children, just hoping that they will listen
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| Start a new coalition against corrupt politicians
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| It’s not enough pots to piss in, too many murder convictions
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| Another family evicted, another black man a victim
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| That’s as real as it’s getting, you should take recognition
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| In the land of the free, it’s full of free loaders
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| Leave us dead in the street to be their organ donors
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| They disorganized my people, made us all loners
|
| Still got the last name of our slave owners
|
| In the land of the free, it’s full of free loaders
|
| Leave us dead in the street to be their organ donors
|
| They disorganized my people, made us all loners, yeah
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| We can’t change the world unless we change ourselves
|
| Die from the sicknesses if we don’t seek the health
|
| All eyes be my witness when I speak what’s felt
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| Full house on my hands, the cards I was dealt
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| Three K’s, two A’s in AmeriKKKa
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| I’m just a black spade spawned out the nebula
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| And everything I do or say today is worthwhile
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| Will for sure inspire action in your first child, yeah |