[Verse: Awthentik]

With the poems I been flowin'

Hold the throne all alone

Got it sewn when the needle touch the record

My reflection off the chrome is too real

You a reflection of a clone

Follow orders, I'm a boss

You follow orders from a drone

What your soul cost? American dream, I know

Tell old lady wake up from that induced coma

Television got a quota for the black wives

Poisoned by the image of a black man lazy wit' a sack

Five grams in his backpack, black Jordan 5s

Sippin' lean in a white cup, devil in his eyes

Kill a man wit' a bullet, kill a child for his needs

Bottom line is for the greed, a dollar and a dream

To a fifty and a stripper, what's a thotty to a queen?

A mansion to my kingdom, what's a nigga to a king?

I don't know but these youngins out here comin' for they dues

And the devil prolly plottin' what they puttin' in yo' food

I don't know, you don't give a damn, just order number twos

Let the cancer kill us all, diabetes ain't the flu

Somewhere in the city, black girl wit' a dream

Rich girl in a mansion, five hours from a fiend

Surrounded by the cream, bloodstream full of heroin

Kids pop molly in the club full of Marilyn

Monroe lookin' bitches, it's the home of the terrapin

Dreams go unseen, all these youngins is scared to win

OG, they call me ump but I don't walk it out

Stomp you out in butter timbs, know what I'm talkin' 'bout

Now we ain't scared to lose

Dial in and pay my dues

They gon' talk behind yo' back

You gon' have to say it to 'em

[Outro: Louis Farrakhan]

Death is sweeter than continued life under tyranny

Death is sweeter than to continue to live and bury our children

Death is sweeter than watching us slaughter each other