America
You'll have your doubts 'bout this shit that we're doing
This music I'm making, and the way I'll influence
Youth who just worship their idols
Pop cultures' like a religion, computers for bibles
These kids are androgynous and they're dressing just like it, confused
Why every time that I turn on the news
Another cop gets indicted for power abuse, or shooting a student?
Who just so happen was black and was persecuted, and now all our churches are burning
We're just Higher Learning
We just pray for higher wages as our pages turn to Revelations
Angels earning wings trying to save the future
Where is Marcus Garvey? We need Martin Luther
King of this black pit, America
Scream for this rap shit
Bang your heavy metal more than 300 Blacksmiths
Taint an instrumental that was stolen from our Father
Than they rape and remake just to pimp it for a dollar
Am I lying?
Woo!
I ain't lying
'Cause if I'm lying then I'm dying
But lately niggas dying all the time over dumb shit
When they took me away from my Mama I told her that things would change
Repay her all that I owed her and promised to stay the same
Through the fortune and the torture that often comes with this fame
I pray I weather every storm as I close my eyes on this plane and inhale
It often helps me relax, man I been feeling detached from people I used to go match with
Now all I deal with is music and those who useful for that
Now all my friends opportunists but who you are you attract
Yo, I go crazy secluded so I was forced to adapt to people who see me as stock
Investing time & no money like its their jobs, it's funny just 'cause I ain't no dummy means I'm a snob
I'm ducking hoes, shoutout my lady who throws the lob
What you fronting for? Who said it's cool to just die alone?
Nobody Holmes, maybe you rappers are maricóns
America, land of the free that nobody owns... wait that's not right
Land of the Free that nobody's on
Time's ticking
Private prisons, harsh living, high ceilings, high power, hard sentences
Niggas stealing getting sentenced to a 100 years, ain't that crazy?
Good father, he applied at like a hundred gigs
Hood Robin, went out robbing stole a hundred gifts
Bad karma, mass bombings
Everyday the cops are killing like a hundred kids
Can't stop it, kids dropping out of college 'cause the cost outweighs the benefits
Can't blame them? The world's changing it'll even try to kill you when your innocent
Get to running or stay blunted, either way u know your problems ain't coincidence
God we love you
Lord, we love You
Let us pray that He forgives us for our many sins
This music I'm making, and the way I'll influence
Youth who just worship their idols
Pop cultures' like a religion, computers for bibles
These kids are androgynous and they're dressing just like it, confused
Why every time that I turn on the news
Another cop gets indicted for power abuse, or shooting a student?
Who just so happen was black and was persecuted, and now all our churches are burning
We're just Higher Learning
We just pray for higher wages as our pages turn to Revelations
Angels earning wings trying to save the future
Where is Marcus Garvey? We need Martin Luther
King of this black pit, America
Scream for this rap shit
Bang your heavy metal more than 300 Blacksmiths
Taint an instrumental that was stolen from our Father
Than they rape and remake just to pimp it for a dollar
Am I lying?
Woo!
I ain't lying
'Cause if I'm lying then I'm dying
But lately niggas dying all the time over dumb shit
When they took me away from my Mama I told her that things would change
Repay her all that I owed her and promised to stay the same
Through the fortune and the torture that often comes with this fame
I pray I weather every storm as I close my eyes on this plane and inhale
It often helps me relax, man I been feeling detached from people I used to go match with
Now all I deal with is music and those who useful for that
Now all my friends opportunists but who you are you attract
Yo, I go crazy secluded so I was forced to adapt to people who see me as stock
Investing time & no money like its their jobs, it's funny just 'cause I ain't no dummy means I'm a snob
I'm ducking hoes, shoutout my lady who throws the lob
What you fronting for? Who said it's cool to just die alone?
Nobody Holmes, maybe you rappers are maricóns
America, land of the free that nobody owns... wait that's not right
Land of the Free that nobody's on
Time's ticking
Private prisons, harsh living, high ceilings, high power, hard sentences
Niggas stealing getting sentenced to a 100 years, ain't that crazy?
Good father, he applied at like a hundred gigs
Hood Robin, went out robbing stole a hundred gifts
Bad karma, mass bombings
Everyday the cops are killing like a hundred kids
Can't stop it, kids dropping out of college 'cause the cost outweighs the benefits
Can't blame them? The world's changing it'll even try to kill you when your innocent
Get to running or stay blunted, either way u know your problems ain't coincidence
God we love you
Lord, we love You
Let us pray that He forgives us for our many sins
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Writer(s): Christian Graves
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