We're back to
Square one I guess
And it's no surprise I'm
Under so much stress, but
The Dream ain't real I figure
I better plan anew, stick
Around to see what unfolds
For at least about a day or two
Maybe a few, make it a few
More years, I gotta see how
These insurgencies turn out
Shed a few more tears of joy
As well as fear because
Death ain't a question
Of now or later, it's really
Here, and uh, the racist State's crumblin
And I ain't gon say we just wakin up
I'm still fumblin, mumblin, muttering
Grieving cause not only mad folx dyin
But you got others out here, thinkin
They god
Thinkin they god, death-defying (Yuh)
And I'm not sayin we at a dead end
I'm posing a question like, either we win
For a better life for Gen-Z, so what then