[Verse: 1]
Yo, Listen
Look
How are yutes gunna better themselves
When they don't know any better themselves
Police are quick to throw breddas in cells
The more shit you talk the better it sells
Everybody's like wetters and shells
Lemon and scales
Heaven and hell
Where you going fam
Never can tell
No you never can tell
And girls, you probably think that you'll excel
Showing pics of your back
That's XL
Yeah man sex sells
It won't end well
Like training day for Denzel
And girls want a baby dad
But don't want their baby's dad
To be their baby's dad
That shit makes me sad
No more so, that shit makes me mad
Now, daddy's in the solicitor's hallway
But he ain't got a suit for a court case
He's just got tracksuits and a North-face
Shit gets cold like Norway, all day
And she's thinking my dad left
So I'll do this alone
Man he don't need access
Put prejudice into practice
Judging one man by another man's action
Guilty by association
That's why joint enterprise have man doing eight for the blood on his homie's apron
Look at this road we've taken
On that note don't you dare pretend
We weren't there for ten
With Blair and them
You gotta tell man honest
I know that poppies grow in Flanders fields
But they also grow in Helmand province
A million coffins and a broken promise
Not the gun it's the man behind it
What if the man behind it was blindsighted
He don't know the reason he's fighting
Next time I'ma need it in writing
Punishment for war crimes we take part in
Punishment for this world we divided
Punishment for the lands that we halve
The hands that we scar
The backs that we tar
The ankles we chain
The man that we pained
And we talk about understanding
White man will never know what the underhand is
I mean look what our country was built on
Look what our pockets were filled from
Empire that's just another name
For a plantation for some sugar cane
Now the system has it so it's systematic
Terrorism and the shit's Islamic
Like there isn't proof
So what's Dylann Roof
We can't have it two ways with two laws
But when it's a white man killing black man
Then he's fighting for whose cause?
We can probably trace cocaine money with Bolivian roots
To militant groups that kill Syrian troops
Parisian civilians too
And you can go on and that like this shit isn't true
You sit there on your stolen lands
And look down on those with open hands
And this is just me and the night and the sky
United we stand and divided we die
When questions come second
And the man dies first
Will we ever learn what a black life's worth?
Man could've been left unharmed
Instead he's lying dead unarmed
The marches don't make charges
Charges don't make justice
And we'll never learn what peace is
If we can never learn what trust is