We the People

B-b-b-b-b-beans and c-c-c-c-c-corn bread

We the people
Wonder when this sh- gon' change
Ask me, I say this sh- won't change

We the people
We just tryna get mo' change
But they makin' sure we get no gains

We the people
Even though we play so hard
We don't f- with ya kids, you prey on ours

We the people
We ain't tryna wait on God
But meanwhile we gotta stay on guard

Uh, my President ain't black right now
We got a racist in the White House
It's so wack right now
The devil turnin' up

He don't know how to act right now
And I ain't hatin', but where the real Kanye at right now?
So I can't sit inside a Starbucks and wait on my friends
They don't even know me they hate me
They just hate on my skin

How disrespectful is these clothes gon' get
Call me the coolest monkey in the jungle
And act like I ain't supposed to trip

They say slavery was a choice now, for real, my n-? (What? For real?)
So they was like "- being a king let's work in a field, my n-" (hell)
Want me to call that, call that master after he killed my n-?
Bein' in it, been way more than 400 years, my n- (hell no)

Oh, we the people
Wonder when this sh- gon' change
Ask me, I say this sh- won't change

We the people
We just tryna get mo' change
But they makin' sure we get no gains

We the people
Even though we play so hard
We don't f- with ya kids, you prey on ours

We the people
We ain't tryna wait on God
But meanwhile we gotta stay on guard

Listen, my patna Syl he a chef
But they call him a cook
Don't wanna give my man his props
Because of the way that he look (that's f-d up)
Havin' what they say we can't afford
They say that we took

Like our money from sellin' c-
To all the babies we hooked
Nah
I got the same million dollars they got
So they should look at me like we equal
But I know they not

I gives a f- (but they not)
I eat up all they kale and drank up they scotch (drank up)
I'm still a n- though (they scotch)
Even though I got what they got
And f- a Waffle House (good, though)

We don't need that greasy, greasy sh-
And that whole pile of police every time they see me
I go to Yale and can't even fall asleep in the common room
Without having to show my ID, why me?

When I talk about the way these police is killing blacks
They be like "Not more than y'all kill each other and that's a fact"
Yeah it's f-d up
But we ain't here to serve and protect
It's y'all's motto (serve and protect)
But to us, it feel like murder and neglect

We the people
Wonder when this sh- gon' change
Ask me, I say this sh- won't change

We the people
We just tryna get mo' change
But they makin' sure we get no gains

We the people
Even though we play so hard
We don't f- with ya kids, you prey on ours

We the people
We ain't tryna wait on God
But meanwhile we gotta stay on guard



Credits
Writer(s): Marilyn Bergman, Alan Bergman, Roger Kellaway
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