[Verse 1: Marston]

Yeah

The new Jim Crow billfolds under tables

The whip becomes the gavel and the judge becomes the slavers

The Fruitvale Killer chose a gun instead of tasers

And instead of taking action all the Christians gave was prayers

Uh, boys in blue that's the set that they reppin'

I can never be unarmed see my skin is a weapon

It's gettin' depression they say I got a vicious complexion

If I tell the truth I'm scared to enter witness protection

My hidden confessions are full of controversy

When red and blue's reflected I'll be asking God for mercy

Because it makes me wonder if this could be where my name becomes a hashtag

Vanish in the darkness; my remains in a trashbag

Black man caught up in the mix

Still tryna make a dollar outta fifteen cents

Still tryna be a leader to my people I won't follow the flock

This is America we worship at the altar of Glock; Blaow!

[Verse 2: Pariah]

Dad had an Acura

Pull up in a faster car

Pull up in that phantom bruh

Said I'm really stackin' huh?

Said you ain't stackin' Pa

Guess it's just the rappin' bruh

Yeah I'm just immaculate

Guess I got a knack for it

Bastard's just so saccharine

Bet it's not an accident

Had to take a crack and now this asshole's got a grasp of it

Cash is just from smackin' lips

Flow is thick as taffy is

Watch me craft a batch of it

This rap's a masterclass in spit

Ooh whatchu sayin'? I can't shoot? I can't bang?

If I shoot a school in America will I hang? *gunshot*

Can I rock the slang and still avoid all the blame?

Can I be chasin' change while I'm chasing all this change?

Regis tell him that he used up all his lifelines

Jesus he left him splattered all across the headlines

Dead by news at nine seconds before bedtime

Betcha ya'll skip past and not press rewind

[Verse 3: Pariah]

We take motherfuckers and alarming punks and arm 'em wit guns

And they target our young on corner in the sun tryna garner some funds—

And harm him for fun, scarrin' his lungs

They forgot—Eric Gardner had sons

Yet the juror and the arbiter hung; pardon my tongue

I'm scared for when karma'll come

And I pay reparations for how the nation treated some

Choked out for a loose cigarette; I'm sick of it

Dogs'll sic a man if he ain't actin' like a sycophant

You sow what you reap with the sickle man

My roley not tickin' on my secondhand

I know it ain't sinking in to ya simpletons

Phoney's stuck wondering if the wrist'll cleanse

Shittin' on the dissidents; dissin' cuz of difference

Cognitive dissonance; remarkable discipline

To talk to these problem children and not acknowledge ya ignorance

These the conditions that we're living in

Where inconsistent Christians sin

So long as I gon' cop me some Timberland's and rock wit the Benjamin's

I'mma be complicit 'bout this nonsense you mentionin'

[Outro: Pariah]

Didn't let him breathe so no breath

Didn't let him leave: choked him to death

Didn't let them grieve: smoked on church steps

But they set them free so smoke's what they get

Didn't let him breathe so no breath

Didn't let him leave: choked him to death

Didn't let them grieve: smoked on church steps

But they set them free so smoke's what they get (What they get!)