Black out

Black out

So bright

Just like strobe light

Black out

Black out

So bright

Just like strobe light

Lord, bury me in white sheets.

Heard the bodies the hit concrete

'Fore they ever touched a daisy root

Watch it grow in the blood, sweat, and tears of the whole hood

Black as the dirt of earth where I'm finna return

I ain't finna sit back watch this whole world burn

This is not black on black

This is not white or black

This is just matter of fact

Or the fact of the matter is

Made it out the projects

Without ever being processed

I won't make bout my blackness

They be tippy toeing round classes (Mmm)

Black out

Black out

So bright

Just like strobe light

Black out

Black out

So bright

Just like strobe light

War got the whole world torn

Every night I toss and turn

But if God wrote books

And the Lord sent men

What's the place of man named "priest "

All I really do is speak to the hearts of the folks in the streets

Cuz we all want peace

(yeah we all want peace)

All these talking heads

All these mouths unfed

Yet they been open and mourning

Waiting for the dawning peak

But there's more to see than harm being done by armies which line the pockets of kings

But the light might still peak on peace

Black out

Black out

So bright

Just like strobe light

Black out

Black out

So bright

Just like strobe light