[Verse 1]

Talking 'bout your complexion winning

Like it’s a game that we playing but I'm tired of innings

Colorblind to your business

Standards are just a figment of our imaginations

But do remember that melanin's just a pigment

That protects you from the Sun

It doesn’t give me strength, it doesn't help me to run

And I ain't saying that it should be shunned

But should it be the decider of what I can become

Questions never asked, things I never say

Why treat your skin like bars by which you've been caged

There's always gonna be people who throw praise or shade

Skin gon' brown, still a king like James

Don't make money to convince' em to ignore your shade

Understand money trees don’t guarantee shade

But be prepared ’cause once you get 'em to gaze

A time’ll come when they'll start to gauge your complexion

[Bridge]

God sessions, God sessions

Connections of which I have no collection

God sessions, connections

[Verse 2]

I hear people say dress how you wanna be addressed

The crowds want more but are interested in less

And yet it isn't less if there's a concept of consent

And some write that off as nonsense

Now I ain’t go lie, I've been caught tripping a couple times

Operated at 9% around a dime

For a piece of the PI, mind tryna calculate cosines

Some try to blame it on culture

My apologies if sometimes it feels like biology

But really there's a difference with what you say behind closed doors

And when faced with dichotomy

Honestly, some astronomically myopic

Bunch of avatars, homemade biopics

Selfie benders, low grade poses

Despite the weather, always go in

This may sound crazy but by this May

Imma dismay and display

A high way, Holy Spirit the ghost writer

Tryna prove to y'all, my drive like Ghost Rider's