The tension of history's attacking me
The tension of history's attacking me
The tension of history's attacking me
Riddled, yeah, I'm black but how black do I have to be
I don't get to live passively
Just turmoil that's passed to me
Like back and forth, we passed the tree
But now I gotta twist my own gasoline

The tension of history's attacking me (YA)
The tension of history's attacking me (YA)
The tension of history's attacking me
Reason why I don't like no police in back of me
Or on the side of me, or wherever I decide to be
Sigh, eyeing me, like why, lemme see your I.D
On the backstreets gotta be so lowkey

The tension of history's attacking me (YA)
The tension of history's attacking me (YA)
The tension of history's attacking me
Honkeys sport they apathy
We get stronger through tragedy, although it's done magically
It still saddens me

The tension of history's inevitable (YA)