[Verse 1: Danté Wolfe]
See I been tryna figure out what my life's worth
Cause I don't know
Is it a brand new pair of Gucci's or a tour of sold out shows
Out here screaming black is beautiful
You know we make the culture
Out here giving food for thought but you can't satisfy these vultures
Clean shaven, fuck yo corporation
Chosen 'fore I made it, hair of wool, feet of bronze
Sound like y'all really need some saving
Lost my patience plus my nation, it's so sad I take a drag
When yo life just a price tag or another body bag
See I was

[Hook: Alley The Songstress]
Tired, of black death all around me
When you know they couldn't build it without me
Black child
They'll take from you
Your life or your style

[Verse 2: Danté Wolfe]
Forever black, forever black
I never change or wanted to
Why would you change when white America is always under you
Not under you in the sense of corrupt systems of power
But every fucking trend you set they always wanna devour
Made in his image, the holy temple's the skin that I stand in
Don't ever try to tell me different if you bout to go tanning
I wouldn't be mad if we got our due credit just like y'all
The only time we make the news is to show all our flaws
And all they say is n***as hustling and selling y'all dope
But never mention that big brother was sailing the boat
We got crack in the 80s, that opium drive em crazy
Them diamonds is red as hades, abortions is killing babies
Its the--

[Hook: Alley The Songstress]
Tired, of black death all around me
When you know they couldn't build it without me
Black child
They'll take from you
Your life or your style

[Verse 3: Alley The Songstress & Danté Wolfe]
He used to smile and think I'll chill for a while
Before the gun shot him down now his best friends on trial
Ooh, Fe Fi Fo Fum
I smell the blood of our daughters and sons
Destroy the youth, destroy the future
That is something that we used to
You'll either sell crack or you can go and be a hooper
You'll either hit the block or you can go and be a thot
But none of y'all will reach the top before we punch yo fucking clock
N***as
Fuck white definitions of blackness
Color blind means you don't see me
How can you just take and celebrate my culture
And in the same breathe not love me
Just give us our props make violence stop
And don't give paid leave to cops
Who shot the block because little Keisha got shot
Outside while jumping rope
Im soo

[Hook: Alley The Songstress]
Tired, of black death all around me
When you know they couldn't build it without me
Black child
They'll take from you
Your life or your style
Im tired, Im tired