Pinned to the Cross Rick Ross (Ft. Finn Matthews)

[Intro: Rick Ross]
I said, young black men (808 Mafia)
You're now living in a state of public emergency
Middle class and poor people being targeted every day dealing with so much hostility
Negative socialism
I refuse to be petrified
And there's no mercy for the rivals
They want the rich niggas to live in total silence, exile
Flee the country, more assassinations
Let's go

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
When you're forced to be fearless, strangers consider you careless
Detrimental to my upbringing, I felt so abandoned
I was lost in confusion, therefore had nothing to lose
Now I'm running the rack and nigga got cut from the noose
I just wanna be free, another black man on the run
We was pinned to the cross since I birthed under the sun
Ain't no hate in my heart, I've adapted to rage
Step off the stage, pussy nigga right back in the cage
Now we burning the streets, Christ to the cross
Our position is blatant (Blatant), rightfully lost
Let's empower the people, no need for signin' petitions
Thieves and Revelations, scriptures keep on blinding these Christians
I'm in search of the truth (Truth), we each have a flaw (Flaw)
Soon as Dre hit the roof, she filed for divorce
Van Jones go get a broom, never making no laws
Terry Crews is another coon who was basically bought