Dari
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Common
Performer
Karriem Riggins
Drums
Robert Glasper
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robert Glasper
Composer
Lonnie Lynn
Composer
Emmanuel Riggins
Composer
Radric Delantic Davis
Composer
Terrence Thornton
Composer
Bryan Sledge
Composer
James Brown
Composer
Charles Bobbitt
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Karriem Riggins
Producer
Beatriz Artola
Recording Engineer
Bob Power
Mixing Engineer
Lirik
[Verse 1]
Come look into the eyes of a man named Gucci
Got me peepin' out the blinds like Malcolm with the Uzi
The government, the church, and the world is so polluted
They callin' me a criminal when I'm a revolution
Woke up in a prison cell and I had a revelation
That my life's a testimony, I could be an inspiration
From the 6 to the Chi, got so much in common
Gucci Mane and Common, did you see this comin'?
**** with an attitude, a hundred miles and runnin'
I done did some things so dirty that I wish I never done it
All eyes on me, America's most wanted
It's so hard to be a Black man in a white man country
Product of the slums with rich white folks' money
And the police got no love for me, but I'm not scared of nothin'
Mass incarcerate us, man, and then they call it "justice"
"Gucci, how you feel?"
I'm so tired of the fuck shit
[Chorus]
Look me in my face
If you wanna know
I'll take you to a place
I know you wanna go
Black America, yeah
Black America
[Verse 2]
The Black diaspora
Supreme math into the after
Life, I live it for the master
Truck drivers passed us
Like Jeremiah and Jasper
Children of Zimbabwe and Madagascar
Africa unite
We on the move like runaway slaves through the night
I write, "Freedom ain't far"
My North Star's more than a sports car
Taught by the ancestors who fought for our
Liberation army
Islam palmed me and calmed me
So the world couldn't blond me
Lectures by Kwame Ture
The ambiance of pan-Africanism
A man after wisdom of the ancients
I paint with words like the brushes of Kehinde Wiley
Black and proud, we wild
We wowed the world with Black magnificence
A symphony for the divine
And we the instruments
Black innocence
[Chorus]
Look me in my face
If you wanna know
I'll take you to a place
I know you wanna go
Black America, yeah
Black America
[Verse 3]
I confess, I've been part of the problem
As of lately, I'm tryna solve 'em
I sold dope and I still talk the jargon
Just like Malcolm 'fore the X was on him
All these years later, we still the target
Look at Ferguson, Brooklyn, and Charlotte
Sellin' CDs, reachin' for wallets
Trayvon'd be in his last year of college
I still mourn for Christopher Wallace
What happened in Dallas does not give me solace
So I acknowledge my flaws are polished
Hey young world, just givin' you the knowledge
The knowledge
[Verse 4]
Look me in my face
If you wanna know
I'll take you to a place
I know you wanna go
Black America, yeah
Black America
[Verse 5]
I'll take you there
To get in, oh
Black America
Look me in my face
If you wanna know
I'll take you to a place
I know you wanna go
Black America (Black America)
Black America (Black America...)
Written by: Bryan Sledge, Charles Bobbitt, Emmanuel Riggins, James Brown, Lonnie Lynn, Radric Delantic Davis, Robert Glasper, Terrence Thornton

