Peacock Jean Grae & Quelle Chris (Ft. Dane Orr)

[Verse 1: Jean Grae]
They came first for me and I spoke up
With every line I spoke they just tightened the yoke up
No silver lining 'cept they're lining all their coke up
On the mirrors reflecting damn nothing on the close up
Subdividing the damn game, they suck you dry
Why you worried about your fame and the fucking vibe
Equating while the tsunami of pains collide
Give them to the babies as an insane lullaby
I'm a proponent of the mainframe hack-in
If it wasn't built for me I'm laying the ax in
Break it apart and reconfigure the whole system
Take it to base level, demolition the building
You can see I ain't reined in, no puppets on me
Pressures what I feel like, what your souls deal like
Cause I'm so free
C'mon, c'mon
I know what it means to be a shutout
For choosing ironically never to live as a cutout
The use of technology equal to having a gun out
My open carry of self is offensive as a motherfucker
And I'm playing to raise the level of that shit
Cause without privilege you ponder the basics
Cause if you're the makeshift you never complacent
We ain't do nothin' but face this everyday shit
So tell me—what's up?