Sour

On the last one they said I was not political

But understand when they cut my umbilical

I was already unionized, family constellation had us ostracized

Almost never knew where my dad was from

Third bomb threat and my mom was done

Packed our bags now we're off to norway

Madiba moves Tata to the six

I was just a kid, I was lost in this bitch

Had black thoughts but no roots

I was causing some shit

Could've gone left on some cause and effect

But I had force and sauce I avoided abyss

That's why every move made now is for

Benjamin Hermansen, Michael Brown, every black kid from Ferguson

Oslo, Jozi, London and Cape Town

Take a look, ain't no racism in playgrounds

That's a man made concept

Mighty glad that the females got next

One of the reasons I'm giddy nowadays

Take half a bar off let GiddyGang play

So much to say, he should protect

But knelt on his neck then walked away

Brothers on their knees kneel down to pray

Pray for a change, they're saying stop

Hands in the air, freeze, she in her sleep, people in trees, oh

Sisters so afraid, begging for a change

Begging for a change

So much to say, he should protect

But knelt on his neck then walked away

Brothers on their knees kneel down to pray

Pray for a change, they're saying

Hands in the air, freeze, she in her sleep, people in trees, oh

Sisters so afraid, begging for a change

Begging for a change