Black Still

The moment that is bound to shape the future... I got a letter from the government, the other day I opened and read it, they tellin' me to dead it It said that the message I was bringing brought destruction I put the pen to the pad and said "Fuck them" Here's a land that never gave a damn About a brother like me from the jump; they'd rather see me slump Face down, shot five or six times With my kid and her mama in the cop car crying, and I'm dying Stop lying, it's a black and white thang Redneck ass judge would rather watch a nigga hang Than indict what's white, not right, fuck a news feed Black men got the same needs as the Jews need Who me? I demand reparation Fuck a cowboy, I'm a native robbed of my nation I'm an African, Black man, fucked out my language Got me praying to a white boy God, that's insane And if you ask me, why they steadily harass me I reply with that "These muthafuckas nasty" And I'm a god yet they calling me a nigga They scared of me, so they try to hide behind the trigger Acting bad ass, fuck a honkey with a badge I'm a nigga with an attitude, you can kiss my black ass Ain't no sense in niggas being diplomatic Televise the revolution, let these muthafuckas have it I'm calling up the homies, they said to come through And I run with them niggas ain't scared to come shoot Take an eye for an eye, take a tooth for tooth Do unto others as them others would do onto you And now they saying "Make America Great" But what America hates kept America straight And America safe, muthafuck that flag My people are not free, we wanna touch that bag So quick to try to copyright what came for free Now they blaming me, and it's plain to see That they mad at that, like I'm a magic act Yeah, imagine that; muthafucka, I'm Black Fuckin' vultures, super quick to steal one's culture Trying to make it your own; caveman, go home Over-tan, long nose, funny-looking ass Donald Got his nerve disrespecting President Obama If you don't want us around then let us leave Pay the money you've been owing my peoples as they were set free That 40 acres and a mule never came And yet we're still outstanding—out standing in the rain Just waiting, patient, pacing, and praying For God to step up, and not ain't shit shaking I was mistaken thinking scripture coulda helped us Following the faith of our very own oppressors No justice, just us Look at how the aftermath of slavery today still affects us Our kids educated by the enemy And they don't know shit about their history 'Cause they ain't teaching that in school Leave it up to them coons, and all that's cool Let the bygones be bygone And besides, we've been killing off our own Shut the fuck up, you know what? Uncle Tom, house nigga slaves need they muthafuckin' nuts cut I pack steel in the hour of the chaos If Black lives still don't matter to you, stay out