Funk Sessions

A dedication to Martin
A dedication to Marvin
What's going on is the song to keep me in my margin
I'm striving for my dreams before I'm put up in a coffin
My lyrics hitting harder than a black band marching
And it goes on and on like Ms Badu
I hope one day music shit is certified by you
Just put your stamp on it and say you do approve
But until that day I ain't got shit to lose
I ain't got shit to do but to grind harder
To make it for my mother
And my slowly dying father
And when my time comes I'm praying that they still alive
I step outside my people still committing genocide
Niggas taking niggas lives
Don't blame the white man girl
I know we set up to lose
In this white man's world
But who are we to yell black lives matter
When we're at fault for the most of them that's getting splattered
Wearing clothes that's tattered
Dressing to impress
You're a queen my lady dress like an empress
Like you know you deserve it
You looking sweet girl come here now let me dessert you
And I'll never desert you
Walking by I knew you knew exactly I'm your purpose
You know what your worth is
These niggas is worthless
These niggas they serpents
Message you 4 or 5 times like the shit is urgent
They just some bottom feeders so we just gone call em urchins

I love the brown liquor
I think it's my elixir
They label me alcoholic but I'm the worlds enigma
I don't drink to get drunk
The shit you thinking now just know that I already thunk
The boat you sailing on I know that it's bound to get sunk
You think you presidential nigga you bound to get trumped
And that's no pun intended
To my Republican fans I hope you weren't offended
I'm highly recommended but I've never served a sentence
Tell me bout white privilege
You think it don't exist?
The cops show you love but they wanna search my shit
And I aint even a drug dealer or thug nigga
But we all the same in they eyes long as I match the picture
Young black male with the music blaring
My car is red so that right there's a double interference
I speak proper grammar but he's acting incoherent
I look him in his eyes so he knows that I'm fearless
He never seen a nigga with the heart of a lion
To crumble up his little world like he was a Mayan

I never trip I never worry
Chef 'em like Steph Curry
So down to earth with my music nigga I should be buried
Rest In Peace to the black ones that's dead and buried
I wish that we could somehow dig you out your cemetery
To help us take back for our culture
Back for our people so that they can see us equal
And look at us for real instead of thinking that we see through
To think we good for something far from killing our own people
I'm speaking out for blacks why you tryna silence me
I put my hands up and you react violently
It's a free country so we got democracy
So why when I die no one cry hypocrisy huh?
So why when I die no one cry hypocrisy