[Verse 1: Navy Blue]
Strangest way to live is in the far past
Why my black people gotta scar badly?
Bar caps and keloids, dog tags
Most of us alike, the foundation
But a raft made changes
Path made dangerous
Liftin' off the mask to expose my aged face
Choice left marks, not a part of goin' apeshit
Faith, it's innate
Night and day, my bitterness awaits
Blew the candles out, but never touched the cake
Threw the damage out to glow within a cave
Thoughts cavin' in
Thoughts came and went, can't resist
Had a vision of me bleedin' out
Metaphorically
The saints marchin' in, fleur de lises
Mona Lisa eyes set for the region, same evil
Different strokes for ashamed people
A lotta n***as tryna bribe the gatekeepers
I've gotta stay peaceful
Truthful in your heart, the ties sink deeper

[Verse 2: Moor Mother]
Let me come in, I hold accountable the reaper
Tales from the creeper
From the bottom of the forty liter
I guess the genre, rock bottom, handcuff the gotham
Empty buck, fuck it, we gon' write without 'em
Pen a cage, shank a blade
Back against the wall, a space to rage
It don't matter, it's all matter
If you swing hard enough, the blood pit patter
Took a vowel, I'm a spell caster
He run first, I came after
Same chapter, second verse
Came to the show with the severed head of a demon
Screamin, y'all ain't fuckin' with me
I ain't fuckin' for free
Half the timeline while y'all was whippin' up salt pies
I had the neckbones, pigeon peas
Ask Ms. Beverly
Had the vinegar and collard greens
Lu'au around the pigs
Let the kids cut at the ankles
Put a shank through the pigs eye, like thank you
[Verse 3: billy woods]
Swollen rivers, gold diggers, waist deep in the muck
Tropical heat, you caught the shivers
Uniform change, but it be the same n***as
The same agendas
Told my kid, don't let no white man take your picture
The way these mufuckas act
Maybe you really can take it wit' ya
I can't call it, just call the lawyer
Told the fortune teller, no spoilers
While you were whippin' water
I had grits in the double boiler
Pork belly under the broiler
Broccoli rabe, olive oil
I learned the game from Ms. Porter
Bow my head, one eye open
Give thanks, bredren, we did it for the culture