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[Verse]
My father said: "Never hold out your other cheek!
They will never love us because we are different"
You didn't understand how to sway this ship
Don't make me sing the tribal anthem
Because my brothers are bleeding again, you niggas fuck with a master plan
The last real pack leader of its kind
I feel like a Zulu warrior with a sharp toolie under my arm
Blood paint like a voodoo priest
I think of blue light on black skin
I am my father's son
I like my nose wide and my hair frizzy
I like my .38 with a sharp barrel
Tell him I'm far from the slavе house
I don't sleep because drеams plague me
Black fruits hang from maple trees
I wake up and see no god
But blacks in the coffin and if not, then in the crosshairs of a white cop
I've had the same picture in my head since I was thirteen
My father said: "Never hold out your other cheek!
Martin Luther did it and see how they treated him, nigga"
But a few from our ranks act as if a fight is useless
Let me remind you, because a large part has been blind for a long time
My nigga, these chains stand for a fast life
We both wear one color, but we don't have the same genes
Tell me why are house niggas adorning themselves
With gold chains, as if they had only been in the field for a day?
My kind of nigga plots every day
Your kind of nigga is hoping for a plan
We fight twice hard because of you
You Daniel-Aminati-Niggas are straightening the curls out of your hair, you have understood nothing
They don't care how much you make
Whether you are trappin' or if you're in university
With this color you are automatically under suspicion
And if you don't get it, you are wasting space unnecessarily
My father said: "No matter how gently they beat, never give him another cheek!
Mandela did and was imprisioned for almost three decades"
I have been poled to fear siren light
So don't talk if you don't understand why I'm doing this, nigga
That's why I keep shouting: "Fuck the 110!", I'm a young king
What do you know about police controls when a young nigga is out late in the dark?
And your skin tone alone is reason enough to not talk too long
And the cops act like it's impersonal
Even though he's the grandfather of two healthy dark babies
And only because of the fact that his girl is into jungle penis
Almost everything will be done to pay us back
And you wonder if you really refuse
Because you know that with the gram in your pocket, you have one of two options:
You either kiss the hood of the patrol car
Or look how far your legs carry you
Run! (Wah)