Pinned to the Cross (feat. Finn Matthews)

I say to young black men

You're now livin' in a state of public emergency

Middle class and poor people be targeted every day

Dealing with so much hostility

Negative socialism

I refuse to be petrified

And there's no mercy for the rivals

They want the rich **** to live in total silence

Exiled, flee the country

More assassinations

Let's go

When you're forced to be fearless

Strangers consider you careless

Detrimental to my upbringin'

Now I feel so abandoned

I was lost and confused and therefore had nothin' to lose

Now I'm runnin' the racket, **** got cut from the noose

I just wanna be free, another black man on the run

We was pinned to the cross since our birth under the sun

Ain't no hate in my heart, I've adapted to rage

Step off the stage, pussy ****, right back in the cage

Now we burnin' the streets, Christ to the cross

Our position is blatant, rightfully lost

Let's empower the people, no need for signin' petitions

Thieves and Revelations scriptures keep on blindin' these Christians

I'm in search of the truth, we each have a flaw

Soon as Dre hit the roof, she file for divorce

Van Jones go get a broom, never makin' no laws

Terry Crews is another coon who was basically bought

Some say my eyes are like my diamonds buried in the snow

But I should think we have some common, it's not all beautiful

So, if I cry and lose my diamonds, wash along the shore

It's 'cause I know the shit you've been through

And you made it beautiful

You made it

You made it beautiful

You made it

Made it beautiful

Racists killin' for cotton, **** fightin' for honor

In the South, you're forgotten

Call my city the bottom

Kilos get to deposits

Livin' like it's the lotto

This my moment of glory

Grandiose is the dollar

Always postin' your sneakers, you're the one that they follow

I'm all born to be leader, such a collection of knowledge

Are we dead or alive? Unforgettable highs

Know the Lord lookin' down, for the day that we rise

Got my pistols all on me, ****, my Christopher's homie

Black on Black issues over principals, pick your opponent

Who got the most money? Well that has yet to be seen

'Cause I'm still countin' mine, such an incredible thing

And seek out your wealth, great example for ****

You decide it yourself, I considered it business

We still in the trenches, well they made us relentless

Where the reward is little, but the hate is tremendous

Some say my eyes are like my diamonds buried in the snow

But I should think we have some common it's not all beautiful

So, if I cry and lose my diamonds, wash along the shore

It's 'cause I know the shit you've been through

And you made it beautiful

You made it

You made it beautiful

You made it

Made it beautiful

Now I'm in the McLaren

Still racin' them commas

I'm watchin' for Karen

She watchin' bird-watchers

Still, I wish you the best

Ray Charles in the flesh

Pavarotti to some

Quincy Jones to the rest

Muddy Waters to marble, set my city aflame

Turn my back on the mere fact that they would rattle my cage

I don't wanna argue, but I wanted a raise

Got me pinned to the cross as the sinners would wave

Such a body of work, my debut was a classic

Hov gave me a verse, so that kept it attractive

My whole crew was submerged, D.E.A. wanted the address

Make her play with her pussy, with a few mill' in their mattress

My life needed a balance, didn't come for the status

But my mother responsible, she raise me so lavish

"Look son, you're a king"

Were the words she recited

And they kept me excited till the day I'm indicted