| They matter here, they matter here | 
| They matter here, they matter here | 
| They matter here | 
| Marcus, Martin, Malcolm X | 
| Biggie, Pac, Big L forever | 
| Trayvon Martin, Emmett Till | 
| When you black they shoot to kill | 
| When you black you live with limits | 
| Life and death is both a sentence | 
| Innocents still doing time | 
| Punishments should fit the crime | 
| My people dyin' | 
| They matter here | 
| They matter here | 
| They can never have one slice of pie | 
| 'Cause their hunger never satisfied | 
| You can never have peace on your land | 
| When the title to it is in their hand | 
| Their Bible tell 'em that they can | 
| What it doesn’t say, they write it in | 
| Welcome to the White House where they write out your accomplishments | 
| And write 'bout your repressive succeses when I shout | 
| They cover up, they plant the drugs | 
| Assassinate your character, oh, he a thief, oh, he a thug | 
| Tell me, what was J. Edgar Hoover or them KKK shooters | 
| Oklahoma rooters, Flint water polluted | 
| In a MAGA cap playin' the Trump card, backtrack | 
| You get your facts from the Fox News junkyard | 
| genocide, politricks | 
| Tend to die by twenty-six | 
| By forty-five, a senior citizen | 
| Scenes they put us in, yellow-taped out, white chalk | 
| They die, our alibi is fake, they couldn’t make out | 
| Still fit the description, officer, please listen | 
| My life matters, I wind up missin' momma gon' trip, dang | 
| They matter here | 
| They matter here | 
| Bury her son, she shouldn’t, bury my son, I will not | 
| Hands up, please don’t shoot, killshot |