Untitled 2 - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Rosehardt]

Break me off just a piece of that

Mama, I just want a piece of that

It must be a pain to be so Black

Everybody want a piece of that, yeah, yeah

We must got something they don't got

They don't really seem to bleed a lot, yeah, yeah

Take it, they don't wanna give it back

Kill us, then don't wanna live with that (Don't wanna live with that)

We learned how to spot the coppers young

They keep finding ways to pop us young

Bloodshed and conditioning

Promise I'll make it to Michigan, yeah, yeah

Double up the work you're putting in

Still won't guarantee your foot get in, no, no

Well, this what happen when you juke the stats

Don't be shocked when niggas shoot back

You keep me cornered, I can only run away

In my dreams, the only place

Where my hopes and faith can have all the running space

But what's the algorithm?

When can I expect some thread of security?

And how much time must I sacrifice of mine

Just to get back to the place where I felt okay?

It's like a diamond mine, far too deep, my heart to find

Shreds of glass are what remains

Of what I dug today, mmm

I'm just too far gone now

Lost in all these pictures of these apathetic memories

Placed amongst images of people on their knees

Black women all in need

A shredded dignity, yeah, no, no

I'm just too far, I'm just too far away

Black women all in need

A shredded dignity