Take me to that holy place, where Moses stay
My land was promised, 40 aches, not 40 graves
Been digging for like 40 days, tryna find my fortune
Ain't no wheel you better know the phrase, blow the cage
Prophets be like Luke, they bulletproof the praise
Watch them fall aloof, if that's the truth
How you gonna pierce our pay
Ancestors in boots while picking timberlands
Pudding in the proof they Cobsy'd mothers as they mixed them strands
Barely know our roots, our wallets loose, we never seen our grands
Shooting for them stars, our only odds, for what was freedom then
Ain't no wizard oz, the wicked witch was every whitest skin
No such thing as law, our biggest flaw was if we brilliant
All this history lurking in my mind, like what you gonna do
Let me tell me my story hopefully you understand my pain
Parents moved us from the hood them shots was never heard again
Living with a brother told me in this life demand respect
Ain't nobody pick on me in school they heard he carried techs
Distant from him I would try talk he wouldn't answer text
All the while a straight A student, what I'm supposed to do with that
Still remember white boy in my class told me I wasn't black
Tried to think of things that would connect me to my flesh and blood
Brother started rapping, he was nice I was his biggest fan
We was rapping back and forth I wanted to be just like him
Then one day he got arrested paths that seemed to split in two
I was on my way to college just got accepted to duke
Parents struggling tryna pay the bail I'm taking out my loans
Told me don't you mess up, almost had to sacrifice our home
Crazy when you black and you on track is when you feel alone
Tried to get my brother back nobody would answer phones
Pressure and depression on the shoulders of success
Cuz you know that you the answer of some prayers in distress
Ancestors took them stripes just so you could be yo best
But do I gotta be the token I just wanna rest
Forfeit ya mind off corporates sporting design
Distorting 'portance they trying
To feel yo fortunes with lies
Unfortunate how they pry
On the vulnerable
Them colored children thinking that they making difference
Little did they know they feeding pockets of the racist business
But this all we know, we just so glad that we ain't poor
Had to make it from the scraps, and now we buying up some boats
But it ain't it kinda funny how we came here on the same
Just cuz we got money it don't really change a thing