Breathless

I build the wall just to break it
Mask on my face cause I couldn’t face it
We’re all God’s children
How the fuck you a racist
Hands up hands up
Let's pray for salvation
Black matters
Turn to Family Matters
Stop your chit and chatter
Make sure we look the part for the cameras
Convoluted and looting
Mistaking a crime for the movement
Private destruction of property
Cause we need societal improvements
This the type of story
For them Black and White movies
But we turned reality to illusions
When good cops
Bad cops
All turned to bullies!
Hands up! Hands up!
Lord knows I don’t want the trouble
I’m just tryna live
Why these pigs
Always searching for truffle
I wish someone huffed and puffed and blowed
They house in
So I could do like Rick James and fuck they couches
I’m not even Jerry Tom, why we still Cat and Mousin'
How many more molehills turn to mountains
How many more of these youths force to drink
From the fountain
If there was a death toll
You motherfuckers would still be counting
Plus the many more unaccounted for
May the lord have mercy on their souls
As they were bought locked beat and sold
Hence the story begins
The origin of mankind’s original sin
Across the globe they conquered it
Now it’s all about racial diversity and worldwide sponsorships
Sailed across the Atlantic in record numbers
Just to sell these records back to Atlantic to feed the hunger
1865 and now we equal
Nearly a hundred years till the sequel
It wasn’t until brother
Martin screamed from the steeple
That we as men of color became people
And we still moving bricks just to shop
At your Gucci store
Custom made edition
Inscribed truly yours
The book without chapters or pages
The walls paved into walls into mazes
The undefeated turned favorite
It's amazing to see you all separated
Even after the movement
Venerating the racist
The hatred
Bashed beat and berated
From every angle of the security tape
Paused played and replayed it
Police brutality not found
Freeze, place lethal weapons on the ground
Dumbfounded at the persistence
Electrical currents thrown to my body
Like a resistor
Even though it was compliance at your assistance
The glove never fit
We only got one acquittal
Halfway houses but we never met in the middle
Halfway through the act and we still second fiddle
But every whip and lash was very instrumental
We turned into behemoths
It wasn’t coincidental
I gave you the peace, but you just want a piece of me
There goes the riddle
Between the homicide and the parricidal
I am forever Malcolm in the middle
I said between the homicide and the parricidal
I am forever Malcolm in the middle
I build the wall just to break it
Mask on my face cause I couldn’t face it
We’re all God’s children, how the fuck you a racist
Hands up hands up
Let's pray for salvation
Let's pray for salvation