[Verse 1: Little Simz]
Oh, let me apply the pressure, ayy
Start off 'fore we end up, get your march on
On your marks, get set, ready, gunshot
I put my hands in the air so you don't shoot
How in the world could you dare let a boss ruin?
Now do you care about all the eyes on you?
Now you wanna say we're tellin' lies on you
Same motherfuckers that be killin' off the planet
Are the same fuckers advising you
But true, this stuff is surprising to
See them profit just off of depriving youth
Why you wanna all dress lies as truth?
Have you ever seen what silence do?
I don't wanna see no violent troops
Puttin' out fires that haven't even been started
What the rahtid, man, I'm tired, too
But I don't lose, I refuse
Take a walk in my shoes
Or any other young Black person in this age (Peace signs)
All we ever know is pain
All we ever know is rage
That book starts on this page
Do not try to relate
It's either you do or you don't, shit (All are a—, all are around us)
It's either you will or you won't
Hope you still got to engage
Don't take offence, it's too late
I say this to those who've never been poverty stricken
Always have a silver spoon to feed off (Peace signs)
"It may not be your fault," heard that line before
Leave that privilege shit at the door
I don't care about none of that shit
Say it louder, keep playin' my shit, what
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