[Intro]

Beezo can I be real son?

(Be real son)

(Real?)

(Be real-real son)

Be really real son!

[Verse]

See I ain't have confidence outside of my raps

My white friends only knew from the outside I was black

Subconsciously conformed until white became the norm

And then all that resided in my mind was war

A smiling black boy is more likely to get adored

Opened for him while niggas get ignored

Hoping to see dreams come true and my faith restored in you

But until then I'll be denying your glory

God why forsake niggas? Do you hate niggas?

Are we praising the wrong you is that why you escaping us?

Is that why police killing us, getting away with it?

While we tape it, I hate this shit, is anything sacred?

I hope it don't sound like I'm making blanket statements

I basic hotep trying to make an audience face lift

Honestly I'm trying to maintain homeostasis before I losing my fucking mind

I'm tired of turning on the news and seeing a branded new racist

What about the kid that sees that and internalizes the hatred

Leaving his own culture unappreciated

Looking at those like her and underestimating them

You got bigots with platforms I wonder who paying 'em

We all paying 'em attention, look at the state we in

I'm blowing trees now to elevate my cranium

To stay above the bull but that don't help with the pain we in

So I'm saying who gon' fight for us?

See entertainment is cool but representation won't cure us

We need doctors, not like Ben Carson

We need teachers like we have artists

We need mayors and we need farmers

We need trade systems for bargain

We need psychiatrists and therapists

And neighborhoods to raise kids in

Not projects for experiments

We need safe places to live in, I need-

[@Grobcity]

Man nigga if you don't cut this shit off

You ain't no Malcolm X

You went to art school fool, play some hood shit