[Intro]
I am everything, and I am anything
I am the ying, the yang, the alpha, the omega
I am the oppressed, and the reparations Afro que Nada
I am black and brown and [?] the nation of 'Islam and Isl'am at the same fucking time
Let's talk about the under-represented mis-educated mixed folk that make something like me
I just want you to see that we know how to breathe
Darlin' baby

[Verse 1: Choosey]
Yeah, look
What you admirin' been provided by the school of enlightenment Mayan pyramids, and
I'm-a mix the enchiladas and fried chicken
Dashikis and Pendleton's penitentiary penmanship
Hieroglyphics written on the side of bridges
Crips and cryptic so the pigs miss it
On the fence written for you on the fence n***as
Stereo tight fittin' why you get offended n***as
Big lips don't forget about the size my dick is
Tongue slick like chicano veteranos givin' kids wisdom
Star stickies till they hardly bended
Put a part up in my wig when you finish clippin'
Coca cola bottle resemblin' women cookin' caldo in the kitchen
In the same pot my moms cooked the grits in, chillin'
This is the sound of three flowers in the nappy heads of mixed children, n***a
[Chorus: DeVaughn]
All the search for somethin' to eat
We'll make it work by any means
Well I put tune to this feat
Black beans

All the search for somethin' to eat
We'll make it work by any means
Well I put tune to this feat
Black beans

[Verse 2: Choosey]
Hallelujah papa took the [?]
My pop was a writer my mama never knew it
Your little hustle [?] probably [?] it
My mama was a gospel music connoisseur
Pops played the oldies so it's only right I do this
Simply I'm a product of uncommon reproducin'
Blacks and Mexicanos wasn't really on no cool shit
It's probably why I see all obstacles and don't get moved a bit
Seen it all at 18 with a bullet
80s baby out the womb with a full clip
Pity the fool talkin' guns for the cool of it
Cops on the loose killin' teens, who do you defend?
The system been overdue for a crucial fix
Rebuke Lucifer, kneel and kiss the crucifix
Start a movement that will spark a revolution
Before you do you better love the skin you maneuver in
[Chorus: DeVaughn]
All the search for somethin' to eat
We'll make it work by any means
Well I put tune to this feat
Black beans

All the search for somethin' to eat
We'll make it work by any means
Well I put tune to this feat
Black beans

All the search for somethin' to eat
We'll make it work by any means
Well I put tune to this feat
Black beans

[Outro]
We are socibili in the flesh
Attate in flower and song
The drumbeat of the ancestors sounds inside of us
Cosmic cultura marathoning through our veins
We are altars dressed in stars and struggle
Marigolds slow-dancing to the brevity of life
These stories of survival we spit are sacred
They travel upon the winds like copal
This skin, these earth tone bodies we inscribe with ink are codices
Temples decorated with origin stories and lessons learned
These ranflas we roll slow and low are metaphors for resistance
Audacious aesthetics for burning the status quo
We are rasquachismo, race-ists, and familia
The fire of warriors burns in our blood
The strength of our mothers woven into our bones
You cannot colonise that which refuses to surrender
You cannot kill that which refuses to die