[Intro: Oluwatoyin Salau]

What we doing is for every black person

Because at the end of the day

I can not take my fucking skin color off

I can not mask this shit ok

Everywhere I fucking go, I'm profiled whether I like it or not

[Chorus: Scolla]

I’m a long way from home

Watch on my soul

I need protection

Cuz shit is getting aggressive

Yeah yeah

They beat me down for no reason

And got me face to face with demons

But I know

I'll be good, I'll be good, I'll be good Yeah Yeah

[Verse 1: Britt Street]

I’m a woman of the people

Not above but equal

All we want is peace

Nothing but blood on leaves

Hate us no matter what we do

Kneel or walk n the streets

They wants us living in fear

I say we fuck up they pockets

Instead of lynching us, yeah

Put all my people through college

I'm a long way from home

Feeling like Christopher Wallace

Watch over my soul lord

The demons know moor

Look how we living

I can’t take this image no more

Head in a book

But my mind on war and dollars

Try to change it I can’t

Constant visuals

Of my people slaughtered

Robbed and mistreated

Still we undefeated

Our culture you love it

Our lives, you need it

How many times

We gotta talk about this shit

How many times

We gotta march up in this bitch

Just wanna roll up and forget

To many names on the list

Just want to ball up both my fist

But Your history’s all a lie

My people all the shit

If you feel me raise your fist

[Chorus]

I’m a long way from home

Watch on my soul

I need protection

Cuz shit is getting aggressive

Yeah yeah

They beat me down for no reason

And got me face to face with demons

But I know

I'll be good, I'll be good, I'll be good Yeah Yeah

[Verse 2: Scolla]

How dare you, look like me and take her life from her

You stole her innocence, you took the light from her

She lit the world, that little girl she was a bright summer

She was the right someone

She lead the fight for us

As do many queens

I don’t know much but I know I won’t be her enemy

While she out defending me

We suppose to be symmetry

Instead we outta line for like the thousandth time

These generational curses have got us traumatized

Them shoes too tight, them hand me downs don’t fit

She wears her heart on her sleeves

Don’t wear her out with yo fists

Don’t break her down with your words

Just lift her up in her spirits

Picture her going thru hell

And still see God in her image

We’re all a long way from home

And we gon’ lose if the family feuds so we gotta stay strong

And know that you’ve got a spot for the weight you’ve gotta take on

This world gets heavy as hell but Atlas you ain’t alone

Let make our way down this road

[Chorus]

I’m a long way from home

Watch on my soul

I need protection

Cuz shit is getting aggressive

Yeah yeah

They beat me down for no reason

And got me face to face with demons

But I know

I'll be good, I'll be good

I'll be good Yeah Yeah