I'm justified
Thru justices eyes
As a black man
Who was just denied
Freedom
That I've devised
These speeches
Of wisdom
To niggas who ain't got the same thought pattern
As me the spitter
As you lean back in ur leather seats
Pop ur liquor
Take a ride
Thru the unoptimized
This is just ur receipt of post pardom
Pardon
Another black body
Downed from black hands
But black lives matter
To whom then fam?
Who can deliver
These thoughts
That others be afraid to say
Sheep
With no cotton overlay
Just blinded eyes
Ray Charles
As the government tries to reign n divide
I'm right here nucca
They can't take my black pride
My black eyes
Cry salted blood
For the bruhs
Killed by their bruhs
Butter n gunz
Divided
When we should March as one
I pop dis scotch
For every black boy shot
By another black hand
It's war man
Sibling warfare
In god's land
Like hot damn
Where do I go
Where could I grow
Will it all end
Our sons won't even make it to be men
I'm drinking
Drinking
Thinking
While I'm drinking
A politicians son is kidnapped
By some ruthless niggas
They put the plead out to the public to help find young nigga
It's rewards on deck
30 thou
But they can't produce shelter for the poor on steps
And
What's worse
The poor face death
Drinking chemicals
Like those in flint Michigan
The tragic reality
That we only 3/5 again
Kill us off
Police brutality
Water in formalities
The call came back
If u want ur son again
We want more money for education
And that's just that
It's money on the books
And this ain't jail
Sorta like hell
But we fighting up heavens step
Cause the demons have power
And keeping us on their debt
You donkeys
Become show horses for that check
Asses
Clown niggas
Putting on a menstral show for the masses
Progress of the culture move slow like molasses
I pop dis scotch
For every black boy shot
By another black hand
It's war man
Sibling warfare
In god's land
Like hot damn
Where do I go
Where could I grow
Will it all end
Our sons won't even make it to be men
I'm drinking
Drinking
Thinking
While I'm drinking
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I'm justified
Thru justices eyes
As a black man
Who was just denied
Freedom
That I've devised
These speeches
Of wisdom
To niggas who ain't got the same thought pattern
As me the spitter
As you lean back in ur leather seats
Pop ur liquor
Take a ride
Thru the unoptimized
This is just ur receipt of post pardom
Pardon
Another black body
Downed from black hands
But black lives matter
To whom then fam?
Who can deliver
These thoughts
That others be afraid to say
Sheep
With no cotton overlay
Just blinded eyes
Ray Charles
As the government tries to reign n divide
I'm right here nucca
They can't take my black pride
My black eyes
Cry salted blood
For the bruhs
Killed by their bruhs
Butter n gunz
Divided
When we should March as one
I pop dis scotch
For every black boy shot
By another black hand
It's war man
Sibling warfare
In god's land
Like hot damn
Where do I go
Where could I grow
Will it all end
Our sons won't even make it to be men
I'm drinking
Drinking
Thinking
While I'm drinking
A politicians son is kidnapped
By some ruthless niggas
They put the plead out to the public to help find young nigga
It's rewards on deck
30 thou
But they can't produce shelter for the poor on steps
And
What's worse
The poor face death
Drinking chemicals
Like those in flint Michigan
The tragic reality
That we only 3/5 again
Kill us off
Police brutality
Water in formalities
The call came back
If u want ur son again
We want more money for education
And that's just that
It's money on the books
And this ain't jail
Sorta like hell
But we fighting up heavens step
Cause the demons have power
And keeping us on their debt
You donkeys
Become show horses for that check
Asses
Clown niggas
Putting on a menstral show for the masses
Progress of the culture move slow like molasses
I pop dis scotch
For every black boy shot
By another black hand
It's war man
Sibling warfare
In god's land
Like hot damn
Where do I go
Where could I grow
Will it all end
Our sons won't even make it to be men
I'm drinking
Drinking
Thinking
While I'm drinking
Thru justices eyes
As a black man
Who was just denied
Freedom
That I've devised
These speeches
Of wisdom
To niggas who ain't got the same thought pattern
As me the spitter
As you lean back in ur leather seats
Pop ur liquor
Take a ride
Thru the unoptimized
This is just ur receipt of post pardom
Pardon
Another black body
Downed from black hands
But black lives matter
To whom then fam?
Who can deliver
These thoughts
That others be afraid to say
Sheep
With no cotton overlay
Just blinded eyes
Ray Charles
As the government tries to reign n divide
I'm right here nucca
They can't take my black pride
My black eyes
Cry salted blood
For the bruhs
Killed by their bruhs
Butter n gunz
Divided
When we should March as one
I pop dis scotch
For every black boy shot
By another black hand
It's war man
Sibling warfare
In god's land
Like hot damn
Where do I go
Where could I grow
Will it all end
Our sons won't even make it to be men
I'm drinking
Drinking
Thinking
While I'm drinking
A politicians son is kidnapped
By some ruthless niggas
They put the plead out to the public to help find young nigga
It's rewards on deck
30 thou
But they can't produce shelter for the poor on steps
And
What's worse
The poor face death
Drinking chemicals
Like those in flint Michigan
The tragic reality
That we only 3/5 again
Kill us off
Police brutality
Water in formalities
The call came back
If u want ur son again
We want more money for education
And that's just that
It's money on the books
And this ain't jail
Sorta like hell
But we fighting up heavens step
Cause the demons have power
And keeping us on their debt
You donkeys
Become show horses for that check
Asses
Clown niggas
Putting on a menstral show for the masses
Progress of the culture move slow like molasses
I pop dis scotch
For every black boy shot
By another black hand
It's war man
Sibling warfare
In god's land
Like hot damn
Where do I go
Where could I grow
Will it all end
Our sons won't even make it to be men
I'm drinking
Drinking
Thinking
While I'm drinking
Writer: Michael Greenwood
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