[Intro]

Ayy, ayy

Ayy, ayy, ayy

Yo

[Chorus]

Put down your phone man, this ain't for recordin'

This is 'cause this land is our home

"Africa ain't your homeland" Nigga, what's my home then?

Where your momma, ayy

[Verse 1]

I remember at my 'Bama house in Hammond, way before I was rappin'

Seen Trayvon dead on the news

That was the minute I found out that my pigment

Is just the right ticket to trigger the boys in blue

Dude, back home before school, me and E tryna get some food

With three dollars just to split so we can eat

Then we ran into this pig who called us both thieves as kids

Get this, bro was blacker than me

I guess the badge gave him powers that he didn't have before

With ability to strip the pride right out of my core

He wrote our names down, and then he vanished from the store

I thought we was all kings in this bitch like Chadwick Bose'

I guess not, back in school, they on my headtop

Callin' me a Oreo, a cracker with some dreadlocks

Questionin' the color of my skin before my voice got deep

Goin' to school with all these niggas who looked just like me

They grew up broke with no daddies, they was just like me

Nowadays, I tell myself that it wasn't that deep

Searchin' for identity is so specific to us

We never knew who we was because they stripped it from us

[Chorus]

Put down your phone man, this ain't for recordin'

This is 'cause this land is our home

"Africa ain't your homeland" Nigga, what's my home then?

Where your momma cookin' up grits on the stove

[Verse 2]

We searchin' for a better day than yesterday, but hope run dry

I pray that every day in my city, nobody die

And if they do, them niggas prayin' for no witness

They lookin' at us, think to themselves, "They just some niggas"

Now I wear the color of my skin like a chain on my neck

Though they remind us all the time there was a chain on our neck

There's so much shame in that fact, but who's to blame for that?

It's the people that makin' movies sayin' slavery whack

They got the nerve to go and tell us that this isn't our land

Like the place they call home ain't come from my people's hands

Everything is everything, and forced to repeat

People with my skin hurt so you can stare at your screen

They make assumptions, they don't know us, make cuffs to hold us

Make laws to hoe us, make walls to close us

Off from our own, denied us from any closure

So when I look back home, I realize y'all fuckin' owe us