Released on May 5, 2017

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[Verse 1]

My heart died last night

As the sun came up

But the tears didn't dry

No my pain swelled up

For the first time I felt afraid

Like where has this world gone down

For the first time I felt a slave

It's like my souls goin drown

Am I only three fifths a man

I thought that God had a plan

Mister don't raise up your hand

I promise I'll listen to you Master Sam

But what about your liberty

What happened to your justice

And what's up with this system

Sorry that I sound so redundant but


[Hook]

We don’t get charged for the same things

We don’t get charged for the same things

We don’t get charged for the same things

I guess one nation under God is a white thing

We don’t get charged for the same things

We don’t get charged for the same things

We don’t get charged for the same things

I guess one nation under God is a white thing


[Verse 2]

Block got shot up the Church sit by

Pour more liquor to try and get by

Ease my pain take my rights

But I hope I haunt you

You preach Jesus but you praise Baal

Mass incarceration can’t afford Baal

We lived and we learned crosses you burned

But shooting back is what I won’t do

Am I pet or a threat

I play real good you hit me with checks

I take a knee and then you come at my neck

Well no disrespect I've been kneeling since the day that we met

Emancipated but we're Not done yet

I was made in his image

I didn't come from Harambe

You say all violent

But we've been killed for three centuries

You say we all riot

But Martin marched fake the least of these

I'm done being quiet it's time we let the whole nation sing

Gods people sing


[Hook]

We don’t get charged for the same things

We don’t get charged for the same things

We don’t get charged for the same things

I guess one nation under God is a white thing

We don’t get charged for the same things

We don’t get charged for the same things

We don’t get charged for the same things

I guess one nation under God is a white thing


[Verse 3]

Inner city cotton picken’ butt kissing monkeys straight from the jungle

Bout to speak the whole truth but they'd probably end up putting me in a muzzle

So before they get me like Bruce Lee, MLK, and Mike Jack

Lemme speak my peace before they use their peace and say I tried to fight back

Everybody on my back

Mom say I never call back

I guess the curse of Ham make us beat our wives and gets us extra extra violent

I guess that's just our story

Probably see me on Maury

Is the picture that they paint

The black American story