[Intro: Ki'Shon]
We just wanna be free
We just wanna be free
Yea

[Verse 1: Ki'Shon]
Put your head to it
And the world is yours
That you can't afford
To believe in when you see
That your world is poor
Carnival games
We were never given a fair chance
Cause when them boys on my block cross arms
They not trying to give them a square dance
But they hear the music
Call it materialistic
We got no materials to build with
Can't see past the first floor of the building
[?]
So sick and yet they ignoring the illness
Flow telekinetic, yea sorta Matilda
But the mind can't move
Why the hell do we deal with?
They wanna criminalize us
But the jails all filled up
So it's orange slices
We got the juice, cops tryna peel us
Yea I had to take it there for
I'll believe that it ain't about race
On the same day girl's stop taking they tops off at Nascar
Metaphor for the privilege
Eleanor, this how Rosa felt
When she was sitting on the back of the benches
And a flow this deep wouldn't mean a thing
If I didn't get to mention that first lady
You don't like it then swerve baby
Vote or die, that's absurd, crazy
Wrist icy, I'm curb swanging
[Hook: Ki'Shon]
We fight against the system
And they say it's evident
They plot us as the victims
But I won't let 'em control me
They told me when I grew up
I could be the President
But all I ever wanted
Was a Presidential Rollie

[Verse 2: Jmonty]
I know how, ahem
I know how it feels to be locked up
The cops cuff ya then search for hot stuff
Knock ya but not ya' oblongata
Knock ya with [?]
Rob you like you are the black but
[?] not the mobster
You once thought, your net finally caught ya
You caught yourself, when you was looking for lobster
Imagine that, now look where they got ya
Stuck in bondage for probably not much
Not what you thought huh, Mr. Micasa
Can't you see melodies
Inside people steadily singing
About where they rather be
Cause if they would
Trade their eyes with somebody on the outside
Loud cries cause her uncle left two
Nephews on the bench with their mouth wide
Cause system failed you, well cool
Sail to [?] on the Southside
Blap, blap, blap, blap. blap
Is you black with some brown eyes
[?]
You're exempt from existing
You exit this country you helped build
The welding, well then
Nelson Mandela with a whole lotta things
To give me a golden Rolex and a chinchilla
And a whole lotta rings
And I'll sit in this graveyard dug for me
Right next to the rest of the seeds
And we'll become the roots that turn into trees
Their lungs will need to breathe
[Hook: Ki'Shon]
We fight against the system
And they say it's evident
They plot us as the victims
But I won't let 'em control me
They told me when I grew up
I could be the President
But all I ever wanted
Was a Presidential Rollie

[Bridge: Ki'Shon]
Young boy, growing up, living in hope
I could make it off rapping, start dripping in gold
I saved up for the Rollie just to wear it to bed
Sleeping with the presidential like Olivia Pope

[Verse 3: Ki'Shon]
Seem everybody want to school us but
Broke kids never get the new books, uh
That'll make a black man jack, man, chk chk
Cause it really matter how the hue looks, yes
They selling us false hope
Equality, y'all know
Has probably lost all of these qualities
Y'all show
Kaveli ain't stopping Johnny
From clapping like bravo!
Pilates is how they plotting
Yea, hoping we all fold
Call me a basket case
But life ain't been no picnic
We ain't never get no handouts
Out here working with the wrist wrist
[Hook: Ki'Shon]
We fight against the system
And they say it's evident
They plot us as the victims
But I won't let 'em control me
They told me when I grew up
I could be the President
But all I ever wanted
Was a Presidential Rollie