[Hook: TreZure Empire]

Is it today?

Am I all mine always?

Is it today?

Am I all mine always?

[Verse 1: Orunmila]

The war is over, the war is over

The northern soldiers on the horses told us they done

Made their paper. It’s three years later, I’m a

Free man now, no more free man labor

The capital runs shit on these plantations—thank

The dead president for your emancipation

Made that paper, don’t need translation. Thank

Dead presidents for your emancipation

[Verse 2: SciryL]

It’s all about the Benjamins, baby

He wasn’t even president, baby. Shit, it’s like

Three years later and I’m just being made free?

I never thought that I could be a resident maybe

Instead of a slave or instead of a grave being

The best way to ever be getting free. It’s like now

I got a chance to be everything that I never became

I want a name and a legacy, I’m ready to play

I know the game and the referees’ll never be fair

But I’m finna make it anywhere—let it be here

I’m in Texas and I’m trying to be in New York

By the end of the year, I’ll put my hope way ahead of my fear

Shedded some tears, thought about ending it

Plenty of times, and the truth is I never really

Ready my mind for the fact that there might be

A moment when I was told this whole shit is over and

I could get to going, and so I’m moving forward

No regrets, diving face-first—hold your breath

[Verse 3: !LLumiN@TE]

Uh, it’s all about the Benjamins, baby

“I’m a free man—you got to pay me.” He paid me no mind

Like, “Where’s the receipts?” just looked at me crazy like

I’m Ol’ Man River on the River Euphrates, feeling

Saved, jack of all trades, master of none

Just heard a rumor that the master was hung. Look at

God, I wonder how the spoiled child took the ride

I got an offer from a crook and still took the job

No benefits, oh so limited

Handed by Jim Crow membership. Nigga, this

The deep South. Niggas got to eat out, eat out-

-side the lines drawn by home, cooking at home-field

Advantage—damn it, they get the ball on the goal line

We get the ball with no O-Line and no time

Under pressure, trying to make a play, we gon’

Get to Hail Mary one day. ManKind