Africian America

Wake up it's a brand a new day
Time to make a move gotta run me a play
Get up get out go and get something
Wanna take a break but the bills still coming

Running 100 miles I gotta get it
Hard to get a good 9 to 5 cuz Ima convicted
Felon forever yelling who got it bc I'm broke
Nothing else to do with our time no way to cope so we, SMOKE

And try to smile thru these many days
Long nights and days spent at minimum wage
No escape for the blind we gotta find a way
A refund on time it ain't no such thang

Maintain in the game hit a lick switch a lane
Get it how you live just get that paypa
Go to barber college and hit that taper
Hit the mall and spend if it's coming back later

Later, to all of my haters
I can't stay here got too many ppl to cater too
On my way to do some business with my nigga the other day or two
Had a conversation with a stranger in the elevator on my way up

He said you on yo way up I can tell you making moves
And I know we met but God told me this to tell YOU
Before you walk outta here just remember these rules nigga

You woke up black you gotta pay that price

We are
We are the reflection of your misdirection
All of you
Although we might not drive The fastest cars
Live in the biggest house or walk around in the most expensive fabrics.
We are

The future



Credits
Writer(s): Charles Polk
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