[Intro: Malcolm X & Interviewer]

The chickens came home to roost

This is your first public statement in about a 90-day period isn’t it

That’s what the press said

Do you feel however, that we’re, that we’re making progress?

I will never say that progress is being made

If you stick a knife in my back nine inches, and pull it out six inches, there’s no progress

You pull it all the way out, that’s not progress

Progress is healing the wound, that the blow, that the blow made...

They won’t even admit the knife is there...

[Pre-Chorus]

(Look)

Out here feelin’ like Detroit Red

This shit been givin’ me the Detroit blues

Cause no matter how hard I try

They still gone try and make this black man lose

[Chorus]

(Look)

I’ve got way too many scars in my back

I’ve got way too many scars in my back

I’ve got way too many scars in my back

I’ve got way too many scars in my back

[Verse 1]

(Look)

You said it’s up then what’s the wait

Six eight they can’t talk to my face

I swear to God I smoke too much

One blunts three grams an ounce a day

They talking but they moving slow

I guess they moves they been delayed

When I was down you ain’t help me

So for you I won’t save the day

Might tat my logo on my back

I’m way to in it can’t turn back

You wanna get it cut the slack

I cut the slack and ain’t look back

Yeah you know me I’m E$ AVE

And I got drive like Cadillacs

Them niggas tires they must be flat

Cause he ain’t even left the porch

Know I just said a Cadillac

But I been feeling like a Porsche

I’m bouta make the engine roar

I’m talkin pedal to the floor

I’ve got the keys fit for success

And I ain’t knockin' at the door

Gone buss it down just like a whore

I’m tryna take the gang on tour

Off an upper heart racing

Smoke alone Ima face it

Couldn’t find it outside of me

So inside me love I made it

If you want it get to work

You ain’t gone get that shit from chasing

Poppin pills to leave the matrix

I don’t wanna see new faces

Ay...

[Pre-Chorus]

(Look)

Out here feelin’ like Detroit Red

This shit been givin’ me the Detroit blues

Cause no matter how hard I try

They still gone try and make this black man lose

[Chorus]

(Look)

I’ve got way too many scars in my back

I’ve got way too many scars in my back

I’ve got way too many scars in my back

I’ve got way too many scars in my back

[Verse 2]

Yeah I got scars I don’t know who to trust

Loved some hoes in the past turns out it was lust

Lost friends over missed calls this shit ain’t adding up

Really lately how I’m feeling man I could give a fuck

I’m tryna focus on this music broski told me keep it up

Know we started from the bottom I’ll be damned if we stay stuck

Niggas out here taking real big shots getting buck

Where was you we needed you cause we was there you needed us

You know me I’m a stoner I be all about the peace

But like a secret they can’t keep it so don’t expect the shit from me

And if I do show you love then that’s a blessing sent from me

And if I tell ya that I love you that’s a message to believe

I gotta watch who come around me and the energy I keep

Too many vibes fuck up my focus I got hightened empathy

And I’m sorry for the pain I caused from racing to my dreams

I got scars in my back I’m talkin shit that you can’t see

Okay...