[Verse 1]
Expect to take my place, spotter take my weight
What dominates my dates now contemplates its fate
Forced to be entrepreneurial, historically entrepreneurial
Along with authority there is a funeral
So let the poetry go with the burial
Charcoal shade skin creature
They'll bleach you when they see a color like synesthesia
From the inner reaches to a n***a features, rejoice (Galveston)
Feel a shockwave from my choice
When you not slave, you can hear it at the top octave of my voice (Huh)

[Chorus]
There’s a rebone connected to my mesone
I need some freedom connected to my fee bone
I need to celebrate with a T-bone connected to my T-bone
An ottoman to put my feet on and a porch to sip my tea on
Blessings got me destined, I ain't blinded no more
Blessings got me destined, I ain't blinded no more
B— B— Blessings got me destined, I ain’t blinded no more
Blessings got me destined, I ain't blinded no more
And there's a rebone connected to my mesone
I need some freedom connected to my fee bone
I want to celebrate with a T-bone connected to my T-bone
With an ottoman to put my feet on and a porch to sip my tea on, really hope so
[Verse 2]
In the aftermath of after masters
Hang the skeletons from the rafters
Hang like pelicans around the bathtubs
Stain like accelerants after arsons
Dark as carbon, in droves
The part that gardens for the park apartments
From the garbage, into the
Third heaven of the nation's millennium general assembly energy
Entity, liberty on a killin' spree
Feelin' glee underneath the drillin' tree
On Jupiter Hammon and Phyllis Whe'
Make a heart melt and a skillet breathe
Do a cakewalk around the guillotine
Rub a rattle snake until it’s giggling

[Outro]
But you can’t rest so peaceful
Indentured servants is gonna shine and deceitful protect your people
And that finesse there is so lethal
Jim Crow bust like Desert Eagles
Gon' come back ’round like extra sequels
And it's all gon' be legal (Galveston)
Birthplace, Ghost Town
Day of the dead, prayers are said
In the form of a hoedown
French-fried 'til they golden brown
Triple Ks, brown gold vers’ white sheets
Poltergeist get exorcised on the nineteenth