Truth be told, Trump got me slumped, knew he’d do us dirty from the jump

Red hat wearing, got him gassed, and I ain’t talking 30 at the pump

Racist overtones tryna stunt, progress, the process, of voting

Deprived us, of everything we want, so 8 years murdered by them chumps

And black hopes buries in the dumps, I wish Barrack hurried with the judge

Commonwealth fearing segregation, Cookout better serve me at the front

And cops killing brothers on the street, it’s negro season, hurry from the hunt

Riding in a whip like you Steph, they gon shoot like Curry to be blunt

Yeah you better worry, when a flurry, appear, not a pear to a jury

I peer through the crystal ball, then hit the pier, I jump like Pierce, I’m appalled

Since November, bracing for the fall, since enslavement, racing from the law

But mama still praying for us all, so don't trip in face of it all