What is a brown mans plight to a white world’s hate
What is like to be free of daily judgement
Said its cool round here we look the other way
Come here, work that’s life, take bait
I hook line and sinker resurface with the fully loaded knowledge that we are on the brink of extinction
re-examine on that personal level
Well, fuck my problems - that gives me FAITH
Maybe someday we could be, instead of having to be understood
I use the term WE pretty loosely
that’s every day, hmmm
maybe we can connect on something less significant
that’d be great, wait
we will fight until we slay everybody else’s opinion
and then pray when the enemy is nature, what can I say?
we cannot communicate

What is bad politics to piece of shit
like me
that rode a bullock cart to pre-school and got my ass whooped by the teacher, shit - nothing
all I need is bread and a decent bitch, stunting
motherfuckrs whine when they need to get heard
I feel you b, but you don’t wanna
trust me, you don’t wanna be the lucky one to be earning commas then you can’t be quiet
you don’t wanna do that, I’ma stay invisible
the sight of a motherucker shit could cause a riot
shit’ll make anorexia motherfuckers take a diet and hide in the shadow of being seen
I’m still envious of blonde hair and blue eyes I’m feeling green
what is it like to be free? you cannot answer without judgement
I know somebody without pre-disposed ideas, But he beside me, nutting all over the beat

Anybody on this side of town, can see the noise/ and everybody on this planet, who can not, will be destroyed/ to all the narrow minded mother fuckers, I'm just being coy/ its the reason, your retreating, the reason we be deployed/ what is a lower class white boys right when it's dirt cheap/ our thirst is never quenched, that's why I'm drinking till I slur speech/ turn tables, around we go, until I learn ease/ my burnt cables, allowing me to reach for what is burnt, please/ they used to call long neck, skinny boy, who breaks bones/ now I am beside the one and only, here to take thrones/ shake, shake phones/ listen it'll shape lobes/ and break, break tones/ bust pickets in a fake home/ I take, take all, and barely give what I am given/ when I wake, wake, will I seal my fate, I am the limit/ of a great, great man, I walk beside of, in the distance/ will I make waves, or will I just be another spitting image/ I am gone fishing-