[Intro]
And you may not think that I care for you
When you know down inside I really do (X.O. think he all that)
And it's—
Uh
N***a had come up to me and was like, "Bro with all the shit goin' on, how you ain't gon' give us nothin'?"
Yeah

[Verse]
Look, the other night, I had a heart-to-heart
Just me and myself and all my darkest thoughts
Unfamiliar, lookin' at myself like, "Damn, we hardly talk"
I guard the pain, shit is hard to get inside as Harvard law
To make a song, I ain't have to have to drive like cars and park
'Cause honestly, I'm nervous all my thoughts been awful harsh
I probably advise you point your gun right at a officer's heart
And film it so the world can watch his children and a father part
I know it's wrong, ain't prayed in weeks, been feelin' far from God
I've been kinda righteous all my life and all I got was scars
People I done really helped the most, I swear they all was fraud
Now reality is hittin' they ass, I'm like, "Don't call me, dog"
I'm far from rich, last week I went march for peace
Feelin' like a clown as I walk around from false beliefs
'Cause honestly, I think the pigs forever wanna kill us here
Once you drop some ink inside that water, it's never gettin' clear
It's societies and a bunch of shit that we ain't gettin' here
As long as we beggin' for acceptance, we losin'
How could be equal when they wrote that Constitution
'Round the same time we slaves, gettin' beaten 'til we ruined?
Yeah, please check me though if I ain't touchin' facts
It's n***as 'round here huggin' on these cops and I can't fuck with that
I'm more Nat Turner than house n***a, so just trust he strapped
A day gon' soon come when n***as fed up and start bustin' back
Black women get slain then we neglectin'
Wonder in them last seconds did Breonna feel protected?
They risked they lives for us but when reverse, we disconnected
Just some shit been on my mind, we gotta check it, real talk
So tonight, I had a heart-to-heart
Just me and the mic and all my darkest thoughts
Fuck Trump, we hurtin', this cracker threaten us with martial law
Corona got the world goin' broke, it's like we all at war
Rich, still ballin', the hoods gentrified
New vaccines here in the nick of time
I would be shock if that shit there was a genocide
But fuck, I know, I'm just a rap n***a spittin' rhymes
I got my own problems
Beefin' with my baby mama, Instagram Lives and all them fake personas