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They trynna get rid of my history
Most of em don't have a problem with killing me first
My ancestors death not a mystery
You want the knowledge then you better come with the thirst
They treat us like slaves
They think we the ones in the fields picking cotton that's lining they shirt
If they came alive they'd look around
And see that their bodies still litter the dirt
Nothing's ever what it's meant to be
Let me tell you what it's meant to me
Strapped in, roller coaster riding mentally
I ain't ashamed of my history
We the same color, number 23
Go to wingstop for the ten piece
Putting money where it need to be
Know my brothers really feeling me
Put our fist up and we raise the whole ceiling piece
Need to see some hands in the congregation
Grandma always told me gotta put some faith in
I'm just walking in this life
See their faces filled with spite
All the monsters that we smite
Working hard never strike
Needing trees like evergreens
Growing on to better things
Rolling up my dirty sleeves
All my shoes got a crease
I never seen what they beleive
I never seen what they believe
They trynna get rid of my history
Most of em don't have a problem with killing me first
My ancestors death not a mystery
You want the knowledge then you better come with the thirst
They treat us like slaves
They think we the ones in the fields picking cotton that's lining they shirt
If they came alive they'd look around
And see that their bodies still litter the dirt
Aye
I wrote the black book under the grave
Got me shook in my actions
I'm done in a rage
If I see another laughing
I'm turning the page
Fabricated they been plastic generic and fake
Fooled, I notice when you open
They'll bury a few
Talk a little louder
They gone make it scary for you
Everybody in a race
Everybody free but the let the fear make change
Still in the grip
I gotta flee to the ship
I won't leave them a tip
Call me a disgrace
I done paid fees for a sip
Now I gotta leave gotta dip
Tears on the face
Walk around I never see race
I can read your spirit from your face
Don't like me get away
Soon as you believe you don't fit
Caught up in the mix
Product you gone turn into case
They trynna get rid of my history
Most of em don't have a problem with killing me first
My ancestors death not a mystery
You want the knowledge then you better come with the thirst
They treat us like slaves
They think we the ones in the fields picking cotton that's lining they shirt
If they came alive they'd look around
And see that their bodies still litter the dirt
Blackkk America
Blackkk Tears
Blackkk Thoughts
Blackkk Fears
Gave birth to a couple Blackkk Kings
And now they trynna chase Blackkk Dreams
Slave more than physical state it's a mentality
Realities a miserable state
But my anatomy
Adjusted to the stereotypes
They failed at branding me
A positive black man they wasn't understanding me
I put the pen to the pad and changed the situation
Now conversations I'm more respected in the greatest nation
The greatest to who
From my view
The greatest only mentioning you
If my people are freed
Then what's need for the speed that you making em bleed
What's the fear that you'll see me succeed
What's the fear that I'm taking the lead
It don't align with you or your greed
Now I work for a peace unseen
Rest In Peace to the Kings and the Queens
Rest In Peace to the daughters and the sons
Black history's death didn't come from a gun
They trynna get rid of my history
Most of em don't have a problem with killing me first
My ancestors death not a mystery
You want the knowledge then you better come with the thirst
They treat us like slaves
They think we the ones in the fields picking cotton that's lining they shirt
If they came alive they'd look around
And see that their bodies still litter the dirt
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They trynna get rid of my history
Most of em don't have a problem with killing me first
My ancestors death not a mystery
You want the knowledge then you better come with the thirst
They treat us like slaves
They think we the ones in the fields picking cotton that's lining they shirt
If they came alive they'd look around
And see that their bodies still litter the dirt
Nothing's ever what it's meant to be
Let me tell you what it's meant to me
Strapped in, roller coaster riding mentally
I ain't ashamed of my history
We the same color, number 23
Go to wingstop for the ten piece
Putting money where it need to be
Know my brothers really feeling me
Put our fist up and we raise the whole ceiling piece
Need to see some hands in the congregation
Grandma always told me gotta put some faith in
I'm just walking in this life
See their faces filled with spite
All the monsters that we smite
Working hard never strike
Needing trees like evergreens
Growing on to better things
Rolling up my dirty sleeves
All my shoes got a crease
I never seen what they beleive
I never seen what they believe
They trynna get rid of my history
Most of em don't have a problem with killing me first
My ancestors death not a mystery
You want the knowledge then you better come with the thirst
They treat us like slaves
They think we the ones in the fields picking cotton that's lining they shirt
If they came alive they'd look around
And see that their bodies still litter the dirt
Aye
I wrote the black book under the grave
Got me shook in my actions
I'm done in a rage
If I see another laughing
I'm turning the page
Fabricated they been plastic generic and fake
Fooled, I notice when you open
They'll bury a few
Talk a little louder
They gone make it scary for you
Everybody in a race
Everybody free but the let the fear make change
Still in the grip
I gotta flee to the ship
I won't leave them a tip
Call me a disgrace
I done paid fees for a sip
Now I gotta leave gotta dip
Tears on the face
Walk around I never see race
I can read your spirit from your face
Don't like me get away
Soon as you believe you don't fit
Caught up in the mix
Product you gone turn into case
They trynna get rid of my history
Most of em don't have a problem with killing me first
My ancestors death not a mystery
You want the knowledge then you better come with the thirst
They treat us like slaves
They think we the ones in the fields picking cotton that's lining they shirt
If they came alive they'd look around
And see that their bodies still litter the dirt
Blackkk America
Blackkk Tears
Blackkk Thoughts
Blackkk Fears
Gave birth to a couple Blackkk Kings
And now they trynna chase Blackkk Dreams
Slave more than physical state it's a mentality
Realities a miserable state
But my anatomy
Adjusted to the stereotypes
They failed at branding me
A positive black man they wasn't understanding me
I put the pen to the pad and changed the situation
Now conversations I'm more respected in the greatest nation
The greatest to who
From my view
The greatest only mentioning you
If my people are freed
Then what's need for the speed that you making em bleed
What's the fear that you'll see me succeed
What's the fear that I'm taking the lead
It don't align with you or your greed
Now I work for a peace unseen
Rest In Peace to the Kings and the Queens
Rest In Peace to the daughters and the sons
Black history's death didn't come from a gun
They trynna get rid of my history
Most of em don't have a problem with killing me first
My ancestors death not a mystery
You want the knowledge then you better come with the thirst
They treat us like slaves
They think we the ones in the fields picking cotton that's lining they shirt
If they came alive they'd look around
And see that their bodies still litter the dirt
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Writer: Cameron London, Cartrell Bouknight, Dereon Watson, Jordan Hall
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