NOIR (Amazon Original) Black Thought

[Verse 1]
A young inmate
Who knew his fate
Was truly great
Had to escape from the chains
That brought him to the States
To save face
He made more than a few mistakes
While back-tracing his roots
Like Henry Louis Gates
Respectfully, the trajectory
He remained in it
He tried to walk on water
Instead of wade in it
He went from cradle to grave
He's been a king of the slaves
The menagerie of America
He was made in it
Instead of waiting for Superman
His people had a plan
They were sticking it to the man
Whose energy was spent like solid gold
Uberman
’cause everything he did came back
Like a boomerang
A ruler without a throne
The ruins are not of Rome
Intruder without a home
A heart made out of stone
A blade made out of bone
The skin of a copper tone
A loner but not alone
The child that's got his own
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