Minority Report Ransom & Nicholas Craven (Ft. Raina Simone & Talib Kweli)

[Verse 1: Ransom]
I could have been a great man
But, look, it was me who stood in the way of that
I was taken aback by the things that God wasn't taking back
I prayed for that, don't gamble with life and shoot to an ace in crap
I'm surrounded by niggas who dream when it's only safe to nap
Stay relaxed, breathe through your nose, Reaper with flows
Call him Duffle 'cause you know it means death when D is composed
What you hustle? Them people's agenda free of a gender
Fuck your muscles, masculinity's toxic 'cause we surrendered
See the splendor? The death of the black man, we remember
Teach the members of your church who you worship in each December
See my temper? I got this from Daddy Dearest, he had the clearest
Visions of what's going on now thought we was glad to hear it
Had to bear with him and his fellas he often had a beer with
Ironic you driving that Ghost, although you lack the spirit
False prophets talking that nigga life, pay the biggest price
Claim to walk on water but now you skate on the thinnest ice
It's a vice, addicted to algorithms and Twitter gripes
That bitter life you bragging but never lived you a better life
Shiver knife, I'm sorry, that's only reserved for prison types
I fought for crumbs on that cake 'cause they wouldn't give a slice
Yeah, why would you play the homie?
I ain't wanna give your heart five for changing up faces on me
Take a moment, I don't think they ready for 'em
Blessings never come whenever the fuck you want
They come when you ready form