VERSE:

I come from a middle town

Pigment there there’s little found

The talks i got were cursory

Dispersed with me and spit me out

Just equipped with privilege now

Ignorance just spilling out

Probably taught the story only If the writer isn’t brown

Nowadays it’s different

Ears are open listening

To the plight and fight for rights that i had long been given it’s

A racist rage just simmerin

Some saw this as imminent

Backlash to a black man or this land up to its tricks again?

Another deep dive in the dna

Another white guy that’ll lead the way

Another blind eye to the seeds of hate

Like all of em died when they freed the slaves

All of em died and we’ll be ok

While cops are ok to blow teens away

Confederate flags still being waved

Senators say they wanna see some hang

For old times sake (fuck you)

Take america back

You’re wearing your hat

That’ll one day symbolize all of it

Slow down now they’re cautioning

Those harsh words lets soften them

But Doctor King wasn’t softening to win the hearts and minds of white moderates

And their tolerance of intolerance

Chorus:

Makin bank on backs you can bank on that

They say the same as gramps boy it takes ya back

The roots under that tree yeah they go wide and deep

Black man in that white house some said finally

Gone now

Everybody calm down

Didn't see the fallout

How could we be so

Could we be so

Could we be so wrong now

Aware and there a Place to start

Progress ain't a process started by the faint of heart

I thought it’s not my place

It’s everybody’s place though

Discussion got you blushing

Ain’t no runnin from race for

Another of some color

That’s a struggle every day so

We won’t run away

Undertake some of this weight yo

Its heavy on the nation, generations plundered

Undercurrent raging, tryin to take ya under

Makes em wonder, no it doesn’t, mother fuckers don’t discuss it

Now they’re fussin with the budget like how can we make it tougher on the other?

The sheets weren’t burned just thrown in closets

With hate they’ll flirt to grow the profits

They chose their prophet

Condone his nonsense

White grievance pulls the pieces into a whole composite

Incessant with the hate meant for seven in the bay

Got the outrage on a loop, 45’s just pressing play

Revels in the mess he made, glad to pull apart lives

The bluster makes the structure ask the central park five

Chorus