[Intro: Guvna B]
(1,2,3, let's go)

[Refrain: Jimi Cravity]
How long?
How long?
How long?

How long?
How long?
How long?

How long?
How long?
How long?

How long?
How long?
How long?

[Verse 1: Guvna B]
Yo, how long we gotta suffer?
How long police gonna keep pulling them guns up on my brothers?
How long we seeing blood for?
How long we been in trouble?
How many times they gonna lie and tell us that we’re equal?
How how long they been above us?
When Emett Till was in that coffin
We thought it was over
But it’s 60 years later
And the streets are getting colder
And yeah I’m getting older got some dirt upon my shoulder
Jigga, said get it off
I’m Jada Pinkett Set It Off
My daddy he worked day and night
Never saw 85
Even still before he died
His children yeah he raised em right
Hustled hard every day and never placed the blame
When I have my own kids I pray I do the same
I'm half the man my dad was, I’m nervous I can’t front
Just wanna do right by my daughter or my son
Ain’t feeling optimistic but maybe that day will come
Seen a lot of rainy days I’m waiting for the sun