Black boy with dreams of planetary exploration
Met an early expiration cause of racist faces
I am Trayvon
I am George Floyd
I am Sandra Bland
I am their voice
A young man with the world up on my back
Because im 23 and Black
And my soul remain intact
As I maneuver through they evil ways
Find way to break the chains
I will not become a slave
F*ck singing amazing grace
I ain't losing no more of people
I'ma tote a 45th until they see me as an equal
And I'm emptying the clip if try to take my freedom
Storm the motherf*cking gates till its carpe diem
Hop out my dms
Not entertaining nonsense
If it don't make change it don't make sense
If you can't hear my pain than you might be dense
Trying to liberate my people with a stroke of this pen
Akon used his bread to bring power to the Africans
Im trynna use my bread to purchase the whole continent
Turn it into wakanda then have that hoe flourishing
When I die bury me next to jim morrison
Or maybe pac
Cause they both faked they deaths
And they never caught
Might as well give it a shot
Imma revolutionary niggas wanna have me popped
The technique remain immortal
Carry you through the portal
Never faking the cordial
When niggas is out of of order
Im going down as a martyr
My niggas equipped for slaughter
They say violence not the answer what about Alton's daughter
What about Eric Garner
When police walk up on you then kill you without a warning
Sometimes I wonder why y y all my niggas die in the summer