Its Sunday and still no day off
It's your rest day while they making us crawl
Bent back face hidden can't tell us apart
We can take the physical but the mental leaves a scar
Stripes on my frame
I call it my temple
But yet its detained
Matter the fact
They even changed my name
No mercy
For the pain we sustained
Just hoping it rains
Maybe a blessing or two
Shit they feeding is grain
Ima trapped motherf*cka
On an open terrain
Like a magical box
Heat boiling
While im sweating
Under my locs
We tired of dis shit
We Aint takin de whips
Follow da stars thru night
Watch out for da sticks
Dont make a sound
Dont be heard
Head for da road
Underground
Undercover
Stay to yoself
Or you'll be in trouble
Pick it up
Make it double
They coming
Dont trip
Dont stumble
Their not humble
Strip down
But Its okay pick up your crown
Yo hopes dont let em drown
Pick up your head you weren't born to bow
No more killing sprees
No more homies hangin from trees
As we follow
We lead
Its time to flee
Stick together
Dats our creed
Lights close
Yeah
Finally free