Lyrics

Look. Born in the jungle and I ain't have nothing, not even a Vine I can Swing from. That's why I say ape shit. cause I

Climb to the top and I built my own kingdom. Black national anthem, more than just words of a song

We should all learn to sing them. These liberty bells on my hip got you nervous for what when I'm try not to ring them

Don't talk about terrorism in Iraq when I still got a fight for my freedom. The clan got a headquarters right here on

Clearwater Beach, we act like we don't see them. Don't know how my mule and my acre is gone get in the mail, but just know I'm a need

Them. We come to collect and this time we ain't sweating If you want to hang us or Beat us. It's cool when you breading people

On a farm then you realize that you got a feed us, and it ain't just me as you know, we've been fucking my girl Gone need food

For her fetus. You don't want this taught in your Schools cause you never intended your children to see this

You want it illegal to even be taught. Do you fear that it teaches We won't be defeated. It's coming to credent's We native I

Know you don't want to believe it, but we won't be leaving, and how all life matters when we out here dying

Can't even breathe you might not have seen it. We bring that shit up and you act like you don't want to listen. You cover

Your ears, fix what you did or you gone get to hear bout our grievance for another 500 years

Telling my mama about some of my school traumas that happened in the past. My teacher Mrs. Robberson Pointed me out and

Start ranking my collar in front of her class. Washing my shirt in the sink every night after that didn't matter, the Damage was

Done. Stemming from that was the stigma of fuck everyone I don't blend in with those who be bumping they Gums and Mrs. Johnson

Had pointed me out to start raking my reading in front of her class. I was just nervous. I didn't deserve it. But She had a

Purpose. It was to make me fill worthless. That didn't work I would skip school every day before that. That's What I'm trying to

Swerve. Build myself up just to come in and try on the very first day I would catch it from her. Black and black Crime is the

Worst. Now what if dirt made me feel like I need a new shirt, or I wanted black women to feel all my hurt and I Treat em like

Twerking was all they was worth. God's gift to earth. Lucky for me, all that hate only scratched up the surface. If I let that

In my heart, I would clown till I turn this bit into a circus. Cause when you were