The End

“…we perpetuate it now because it’s dead. That word’s dead. We men and women, we come from, we come from the first people on the earth. You know?”

Now when my **** calls me his ****, I ain’t tripping ‘cause I figure

That he love me, so I feel it’s all good

But when they’re treating us like we’re ****, they’re choking and pulling triggers

Then we wonder how to put a hold to it, put some fall to it

See I don’t want to cry no more

See young brothers die no more

And if it mean I got to walk away from my ****

And I ain’t by his side no more

(“****”)

See I remember from the beginning

In every line, every conversation, the sentence

It’s always been my word, but word, I might end it

(“****”) making change to make a difference

Now when my **** calls me his ****, I ain’t tripping ‘cause I figure

That he love me, so I feel it’s all good

But when they’re treating us like we’re ****, they’re choking and pulling triggers

Then we wonder how to put a hold to it

Now when my **** calls me his ****, I ain’t tripping ‘cause I figure

That he love me, so I feel it’s all good

But when they’re treating us like we’re ****, they’re choking and pulling triggers

Then we wonder how to put a hold to it, put some fall to it

And then almost like it was planned

Overseas on stage talking to fans

And whether German or Poland, I always cringe at the moment

They say “you killed it, my ****, you the man”

(“****”) Damn, ‘cause they don’t even know the origin

They just heard it in every song I perform for them

Be the change you want to see

So who really looking crazy, them or me?

See I came up using the word, you know? I always took it as not as a term of endearment, but the older I get, the more mature. It’s like I understand it’s not. Our forefathers fought and died for that, you know what I mean, that word and it’s like, no matter how much we march and protest and say we want respect, we got to learn how to respect ourselves first

Now when my **** calls me his ****, I ain’t tripping ‘cause I figure

That he love me, so I feel it’s all good

But when they’re treating us like we’re ****, they’re choking and pulling triggers

Then we wonder how to put a hold to it

Now when my **** calls me his ****, I ain’t tripping ‘cause I figure

That he love me, so I feel it’s all good

But when they’re treating us like we’re ****, they’re choking and pulling triggers

Then we wonder how to put a hold to it, put some fall to it

Put some fall to it

How we gon’ be change

How we gon’ be the change

If we don’t change ourselves