Black Man in America

Uh, yeah I guess I guess, I fuckin' guess [Verse 1] Wanted hood fame 'cause the love different Mobbin' with the gang, daily drug dealin' Rappers who to blame for me mud sippin' Puddle full of pain come from blood drippin' Just designer shoes, really no ambition He just savin' for the next club kickin' Shawty ain't got no morals but a dime or a five, only time we judge bitches Feel like fuck the world, fuck his enemies Dead niggas in his lungs hittin' Nigga, ain't no guidance when them thugs drillin' Just a bunch of sirens and them slugs spittin' Mama told me the block gon' always be there But not if it's gentrified, I'm just reppin' where I was raised Nigga, I ain't never had me an option to pick a side Lot of shit changed in the hood when my niggas died Really don't shed tears but a nigga cried Whether it's us or police, we get victimized Angry and ignorant, we never civilized Fuck a political figure 'cause I'm still a nigga Can't win me over with a stimulus bribe Still want me stuck in the system They hate that we chosen to kill 'em inside I can't breathe and this mask can't muzzle me Can't conform and they hate my reluctancy Yeah, I made it out the hood but it's stuck in me From the slums, always where the trouble be Ain't a rapper in my lane that can fuck with me Man, this whole new generation is under me Don't know how I can say that shit humbly Way at the top, I'm just waitin' for company [Bridge] I mean it's, it's lonely up here, like It's cold, all type of shit, like But, nah, for real, though, like I just really be thinkin' sometimes, I hear myself spittin' I'm like, "Who can really fuck with me?" But that's another discussion [Verse 2] Do this shit for my ancestors in them slave fields rockin' corduroys Do you get the picture like a Polaroid? Niggas say we opps and we don't know them boys When these rappers talkin', I be so annoyed Say they makin' noise but it's only noise A confrontation, what I won't avoid My confidence, that's what they won't destroy These niggas missed they targets, hit the youth They ain't tryna bargain, they just shoot The apple don't fall too far from the tree Them guns that's loaded like forbidden fruit Line 'em all up then it's R.I.P., ain't apologizin' in the booth A prophecy, my life the livin' proof Give props to me, what I don't hear 'em do Keep sayin' I'm the G.O.A.T. and they never believe it Quite frankly, I'm gettin' tired of tellin' you, Cletus I been on the roll like I'm paraplegic Way up on the opps, we'll never get even A lot of sick talk when them weapons be speakin' Go grab the white chalk 'cause they left him not breathin' Slave to the block 'cause they chop what they teachin' That's why we outside in whatever the season A hundred years ago, they woulda hanged us Before Cuban links, we was chained up Freedom was the asset that we prayed for No, a constitution never made us I'm just waitin' on a revolution With no fear, I'm older when that day come Either house nigga or a mansion nigga Their refusing's covered up a pay cut [Outro: Fred Hampton] I'm the Deputy Chairman of the State of Illinois Black Panther Party, Fred Hampton I be teaching that solidarity is a thing The end of, complete wipe out of imperialism is a thing So, if you're gon' be thinking about me, that's what Bobby would be teaching If you're gon' be thinking about, "Ain't no thing about going nowhere, getting killed" All we want to know is that you're doing what we'd be doing if we were here And you got to do that You can't do it unless you believe that you can do it In the spirit of liberation (In the spirit of liberation)