Black Still

(The moment that is bound to shake the future)

I got a letter from the government the other day

I opened it and read it, they tellin' me to dead it

It said that the message I was bringin' brought destruction

I put the pen to the pad, said, "Fuck them"

Here is a lad that never gave a damn

About a brother like me from the jump, they'd rather see me slumped

Face down, shot five or six times

With my kid and her mama in the cop car, cryin'

And I'm dyin', stop lyin', it's a black and white thing

Redneck ass judge would rather watch a **** hang

Than indict what's white, not right

Fuck a news feed

Black man got the same needs that 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 prayin' to a white boy's 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 callin' me a ****

They scared of me, so they tryna hide behind the trigger

Actin' bad ass, fuck a honkey with the badge

I'm a **** with an attitude, you can kiss my black ass

Ain't no sense in **** bein' diplomatic

Televise the revolution, let these muthafuckas have it

I'm callin' up the homies, they said to come through

And I run with them ****, ain't scared to come and shoot

Take an eye for an eye, take a tooth for a tooth

Do unto others as them others would unto you

And now they sayin', "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 what if you tried to cop me, right?

But came for free

Y'all be 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

Fucking vultures

Super quick to steal one's culture

Tryna make it your own, caveman, go home

Over-tanned, long nose, funny lookin' ass Donald

Got his nerve disrespectin' President Obama

If you don't want us around, then let us leave

Pay the money you've been owin' my people since they were set free

That forty acres and a mule never came, and yet

We're still outstanding, out standin' in the rain

Just waitin', patient, pacin', and prayin'

For God to step up, but nah, ain't shit shakin'

I was mistaken thinkin' scripture could've helped us

Followin' the faith of our very own oppressors

No gesture, it's 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 teachin' that in school

Leave it up to them coons and all that's cool

Let the bygones be bygones

And besides, we've been killin' off our owns

Shut the fuck up, you know what?

Uncle Tom house **** slaves need they muthafucking nuts cut

I pack steel in the hour of the chaos

If black lives still don't matter to you, stay out