From the state that could emancipate
Itself from the United States
Economy great in the lone star
But my people still swiping
Lone star EBT
For the credit Over debit
Pass limits we withdraw
From the quick draw
On our last straw
Feed up press got us mess up
I doubt my faith so I fess up
I don't bless up I work hard
Long hours like a doctor
Hopefully they check up
Married to my feelings
This track has my soul spillin
After long days
Breaking only for Daydream intermissions
Applyin to jobs in kitchens
Hinders my intuition
Discrimination isn't fiction
It exist, even through contradictions
I focus on the mission
Spread the word they want division
Trapped in The Stone Age
Fast forward
Pass messenger pigeons
To a broken engine
Like loose pistons
In a dirty kitchen
Dudes stuck doing time
For non violent crimes
Friends dropping dimes
Devised to break us up, separate the spine
Ignorance keeps us in the dark
No unity we place label marks
Now we're back at the start