I'm a freedom fighter
Where bullets are beautiful things
Which ricochet off black kids and crumbled a king
I'm a giver
Your lady swiveling when I swing
The tongue often
It's natural she like when I sing
I got problems
I'm trying to fling em all
Threw a mic
I'm in love with trying harder
I don't care what you like
In the face of race baiters
Crushing stereotypes
Smoking that good good whatever I can stuff in pipe
Trying to change my own bullshit
To better my life
Either you with it or you not
Nigga I'm up in the lights
And it burns
Like this cross does disturb
The night
As it glows on a black face who breathes despite
The many years of hatred
She will need to fight
Worth every second of my time to bring to light
And then We might find the space
To vibrate
And use my voice as a weapon
To shatter your mindstate peace.
At least when we are ashes
I'll be you and you'll be me
There will be no difference
Let it burn, get free