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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
MMYYKK
Vocals
Keyon Harrold
Trumpet
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Keyon Harrold
Composer
Mychal Fisher
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Robert Glasper
Producer
Jonathan Lopez Garcia
Assistant Recording Engineer
MMYYKK
Producer
Qmillion
Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Wait
Lemme get this off my chest, man
America, you got some 'splaining to do
Let's get it, yes, sir
[Verse 1]
Stuck between a rock and an old face
I'm droppin' loose change in a gold plate
Payin' tithe to sponsor genocide, it's a cold day
Immunity's qualified when they lie with a bold face
They claim it's AI when **** die and it's on tape
Then criminalize the vagabonds and the stowaways
Land of the free if you white, male, and you owned slaves
The home of colonial thought leaders and old ways
[Verse 2]
Polarized two-party politics, nonsensical armaments
It's incomprehensible as the point of land acknowledgements
I ain't the type to let the shit slide unless it's to the pot
Call the kettle back, that make you the opps
Know politicians who coke heads when they off the clock
And homophobic preachers who secretly smokin' cock
Seems like the stench is more intense closer to the top
I'm sparkin' incense climbin' the steps, waitin' for the shoe to drop
Wake up
[Chorus]
The truth revealed, the veil is peeled, my eyes can see
No empathy within your flawed philosophy
Bail out banks, but won't bail out the trap (Whoa)
Funds for wars, but no cash for the Blacks (Whoa)
Built up walls out of alternative facts
They rush to move forward, too ashamed to look back
[Chorus]
The truth revealed, the veil is peeled, my eyes can see
No empathy within your false reality
Bail out banks, but won't bail out the trap (Whoa)
Funds for wars, but no cash for the Blacks (Whoa)
Built up walls out of alternative facts
They rush to move forward, too ashamed of the–
[Verse 3]
Nonsense spammin' up the comments
No frills, no more makin' appeals to your conscience
We on offense, desensitized to the violence
They stay quiet, speakin' loud through they silence
We pickin' the locks and comin' through the door blastin'
That's word to Tupac and his truth is everlastin', uh, yeah
Passion of the Christ, assassin in the night
Put a knife to a fascist, yeah
[Chorus]
Bail out banks, but won't bail out the trap (Whoa)
Funds for wars, but no cash for the Blacks (Whoa)
Built up walls out of alternative facts
They rush to move forward, too ashamed to look back
Bail out banks, but won't bail out the trap (Whoa)
Funds for wars, but no cash for the Blacks (Whoa)
Built up walls out of alternative facts
They rush to move forward, too ashamed to look back
Written by: Keyon Harrold, Mychal Fisher