[Verse 1: Common]
Hot damn, black America again
Think of Sandra Bland as I'm staring in the wind
The color of my skin, they comparing it to sin
The darker it gets the less fairer it has been
The hate, the hate made, I inherited from them
But I ain't gon' point the finger
We got anointed singers
Like Nina, Marvin, Billie, Stevie
Need to hear them songs
Sometimes to believe me
Who freed me, Lincoln or Cadillac?
Drinking or battle raps?
Or is it God's speed that we travel at
Endangered in our own habitat
Them guns and dope, man y'all can have it back
As a matter fact, we them lab rats
You built the projects for, now you want ya hood back
I guess if you could rap, you would express it too
That PTSD, we need professionals
You know what pressure do, it makes the pipes bust
From schools to prison y'all, they tryna pipe us
'Til your political parties invite us
Instead of making voting laws to spite us
You know, you know we from a family of fighters
Fought in, our wars and your wars, you put a nigga in Star Wars
Maybe you need two, and then maybe then we'll believe you
See black people, in the future, we wasn't shipped here
To rob and shoot ya
We hold these truths to be self-evident
All men and women are created equal, including black Americans
Yeah, that's black America again
Hot damn, black America again
Think of Sandra Bland as I'm staring in the wind
The color of my skin, they comparing it to sin
The darker it gets the less fairer it has been
The hate, the hate made, I inherited from them
But I ain't gon' point the finger
We got anointed singers
Like Nina, Marvin, Billie, Stevie
Need to hear them songs
Sometimes to believe me
Who freed me, Lincoln or Cadillac?
Drinking or battle raps?
Or is it God's speed that we travel at
Endangered in our own habitat
Them guns and dope, man y'all can have it back
As a matter fact, we them lab rats
You built the projects for, now you want ya hood back
I guess if you could rap, you would express it too
That PTSD, we need professionals
You know what pressure do, it makes the pipes bust
From schools to prison y'all, they tryna pipe us
'Til your political parties invite us
Instead of making voting laws to spite us
You know, you know we from a family of fighters
Fought in, our wars and your wars, you put a nigga in Star Wars
Maybe you need two, and then maybe then we'll believe you
See black people, in the future, we wasn't shipped here
To rob and shoot ya
We hold these truths to be self-evident
All men and women are created equal, including black Americans
Yeah, that's black America again
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