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