What will be the end?
When landfills are filled with hills
of our black bodies?
We’ve been the hot commodity.
But I didn’t know hunting season
lasted 365 days.
They never saw us as people.
That’s why they hunt us as their prey.
Now the world’s in disarray
cuz life expectancies dropping by the day.
And it’s okay for your president to say
that we’re THUGS,
for practicing our rights
instead of hitting replay.
But when they PREY,
we PRAY,
for a better tomorrow.
So another mother isn’t picking out caskets
leaning over them in sorrow.
So can I borrow just an ounce of your privilege for a moment.
Cuz if I gave you an ounce of our reality
you wouldn’t be able to hold it.
And if you’re silent you’re the problem.
Claiming we’re the animals
but you’re the wild ones.
Tryna take a life you can’t create.
When you’re the one who set the flame to start the fire,
you have no culture to appreciate.
And every time you leave the house
your life isn’t at stake.
But this is the America you wanted.
Now we’re bout to make it great.
