[Part 1: "SISTER"]

[Intro: Merlyn Wood]
Drink out the apple pie with it, yeah, yeah, yeah
I don't got no chains in my denim, yeah, yeah, yeah
I don't listen what the blogs tell me, yeah, yeah, yeah
I know n***as got their own agenda, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Joba]
I've got ****, but you would never know
I like to hide them, so much I lose myself
That's why I'm pure to some, a psychopath to others
And grew up in counseling, flipping off my counselors
They gave me mood stabilizers
But when I came off 'em, I was violent
Took the drugs that I wanted, which didn't help with the voices
They just grew louder and louder
Like all the people who'd just chatter and chatter
I juggle all my personalities

[Interlude: Robert Ontenient]
Estoy tan harto y cansado
No puedo seguir haciendo esto
Ojalá pudiera rendirme
Pero tengo que seguir siendo fuerte para mi familia y mis amigos
[Verse 2: Kevin Abstract]
I feel myself getting better by the fuckin' minute
'Member when my mama always had to save the minutes
"Throw Some D's" dropped, I wanted to be Russell Simmons
Better keep work 'em out, had an inner vision
Where the kitchen at? Keep the lyrics written
They been sellin' dope, askin' for forgiveness
I just ran into somebody sellin' lemonade
Kiss your kids tonight before them bitches run away

[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]
Get your man, get your man all up off me
Think again, want a hundred bands around me
In December, I don't care what they call me

[Refrain: Kevin Abstract]
This for all my broke n***as, this for all them jokes, n***a
That you n***as made when I was still livin' at home, n***a
Did it on my own, n***a, grew up and I bossed out
Grew up and I bossed out, grew up and I bossed out

[Verse 3: Matt Champion]
I see you peekin' through bushes
And tryna get secret ingredients from us
I know that you do it 'cause you see us boomin'
Like C4 when you hit that detonator
Lucky-lucky on the elevator
Eat my dust, baby, I'll see ya later
I could always call your bluff
You already said enough
Take a risk, bitch, still sittin' on your ass, waitin' for a handout
Giving nothin', put your hands down
"Ooh, yeah, this for the culture"
"Ooh, yeah, this important"
Fuck off with that slang shit
Fuck off with that networking
Keep your mouth where the money at
[Bridge: Dom McLennon]
Yellow lights on my dashboard
Red flags in the rearview
I know I'm the one that made you upset
But all I wanna do is heal you
You know that lately I don't think straight
But I don't really know who do now
'Cause everybody got me fucked up
I'm struggling with how to move now
Yellow lights on my dashboard
Red flags in the rearview
I know I'm the one that made you upset
But all I wanna do is heal you
You know that lately I don't think straight
But lately I don't know who do now
'Cause everybody got me fucked up
I'm struggling with how to move now

[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]
Get your man, get your man all up off me
Think again, want a hundred bands around me
In December, I don't care what they call me
Get your man, get your man all up off me
Think again, want a hundred bands around me
In December, I don't care what they call me
Get your man, get your man all up off me
Think again, want a hundred bands around me
In December, I don't care what they call me
Get your man, get your man all up off me
Think again, want a hundred bands around me
In December, I don't care what they call me
[Part 2: "NATION"]

[Verse 1: Kevin Abstract]
Barely got control of it, must've got a hold of it
Threw me to the ground and left a scar right on my n***a lips
I look in my closet when I think about the past life
Never good in my wallet, tryna see if I got my cash right
Fuck a flight, they ain't never wanna treat my bag right
Fuck a job, they ain't never treat my mom and dad right

[Verse 2: Ameer Vann]
I hate the quiet suburbs, I hate those picket fences
I hate the separation, first thing, they called me "n***a"
I fight, I got suspended, my teacher saw me hit him
So they ain't listen to me, and from that moment on
I would learn that I was different, I would grow to see the difference
Second-guessing my decisions, Black bodies come up missing

[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]
I feel like all my days are coming to a blend
I feel like all my days are coming to a blend

[Verse 3: Dom McLennon]
I would walk through the halls at my own pace
Every lunch, I would float, having no place
All the books in my bag 'til my bones ache
Wonder how the world would be if I had no face
If I had no heart, if I had no skin
And I was just thoughts
Reminiscing on things that was brushed off
How my father tried to tell me I was just soft
When I look at the things that I've been through
And the things I survived, and at what cost
All the love in my life that I just lost
All the strength, perseverance, and above all
In the lies of the law, I'm a problem
In the eyes of the blogs, I'm a paycheck
In the eyes of the world, I'm a icon
In the eyes of my own, I ain't start yet
In the eyes of the law, I'm a problem
In the eyes of the blogs, I'm a paycheck
In the eyes of the world, I'm a icon
In the eyes that I own, I ain't start yet, I ain't start yet

[Bridge: Merlyn Wood]
Power, African power
Power, African power
Power, African power

[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]
I feel like all my days are coming to a blend
I feel like all my days are coming to a blend (Uh)
I feel like all my days are coming to a blend
I feel like all my days are coming to a blend