[Verse 1: Obasi]
Let's say a prayer
Every head bowed, every eye closed
We taking alms for the weary
Singing psalms for the sorrowful
God, take these heavy bones
And break the stones of strongholds
And take these empty palms
And place these songs among synopticals
In hotel rooms and hospitals
From shops in malls to foster homes
From Bob Marley to Trip Lee—
Rastafari to the altar calls—
A call to all the faltered souls
Don't need money, no obstacles
For those that are hoping that hope will stay open
When other emotions and thoughts are closed
Just watch the thrones! Our people are known
For making history of the impossible
From Rap to White House, we unstoppable
Jumping Jim Crow to playing Oscar roles
By no means things seem optimal
But we a long way now from being optional
And Yeezy's sold more than Adidas could store them
Our sneakers are actually profitable
And I can't wait to spot where Sasha go
It's the King's dream we seeing in our opticals
Cause kids ain't as foreign as parents before them
They’re sharing their Hopscotch and Popsicles
And this train got a whole lot of stops to go
I know life ain't fair, but it's not all sad
And I'm feeling obliged to say that being black in America's not all bad!
And our songs and poems are armed with soul
Our arms are bonded so tight
To the left and right, no roadblock, robocop, lowlife, gon' stop the flow, like
We are afloat, can't rock the boat, impossible
I know that love is gonna hold tight
And weeping may last for the whole night
But the joy of the morning is so bright
Yeah, weeping may last for the whole night
But behold, it's the dawn and it's so bright
And when you feel exhausted, and nauseous, and hostage
And realize you almost done lost it
Don't you drop to the odds; don’t foster the scars
You ain't lost yet, boss, you just hold tight
I promise it's gonna be alright
I promise it's gonna be alright

[Chorus: Brynn Elliott]
Pull up a chair and make yourself at home
We got corn bread and corn rows
Warm drinks for cold toes
Rest for the weary soul

Pull up a chair and make yourself at home
Make new friends and old jokes
Young kids and old folks
Rest for the weary soul

[Verse 2: Obasi]
Just close your eyes and be; abandon plans and focus
Lose yourself to see, just like the sands of oceans
And hands up, don't—No! Don't you lose your motion
Let your body dance and raise your hands in blind devotion
Open your eyes and see
Take off the blindfolds
And realize you're free
It's time to find hope
Open your eyes and see
Take off the blindfolds
Your Liminal Minds are free
It's time to find home

[Outro: Obasi]
Yo, I don't know if I
I don't, I don't know if I
Yo, I don't know if I know
No, I don't know if I
I don't know if I
I don't, I don't know if I
Bonafide know if I know
Know who to glorify
Dear son, I hope this letter finds you well
I mean, I know I did wrong, but I'm a human, yo
I ain't kill nobody, homie, I'm sincerely sorry
Don't want nobody to save my soul
Freedom—freedom—freedom—freedom—freedom—freedom's more fantastic than it's factual
Hope your life's been heaven everywhere that mine's been hell
But won't somebody come and carry me home
Freedom—freedom—freedom—freedom—freedom—freedom's more fantastic than it's factual
Your lethal ethos is a venomous plan but a vain vendetta
You truly believe if you don't lend us a hand, we ain't gon' get up?
Yo, I'm DeMarcus, friends call me DMar
Teachers call me retard, you can call me DMar
I'm a beast
Tell me you gon' come quick and—
Tell me you gon' come quick and—
Tell me you gon' come quick and open up the door
Tell me you gon' come quick and open up the door
And open up the door
And open up the door
Tell me there's forgiveness—
Tell me there's forgiveness—
Tell—tell me there's forgiveness—
Tell me there's forgiveness—
Tell me there's forgiveness even for a colored boy