[Intro]

Integration never made a way for saving people

Of my color and these incumbent power holders

Moving ways opposing motives, yea

But he came up from nothing

Blowing bags, and flexing muscle

Incoherent to discussions

Of building us up

I'm touching ceilings never thought of

Fuck we teaching to our daughters, yea

You beautiful and what you got can't ever be admonished

Hold your own

And let your soul play the role

Of bank deposits

[Verse]

I told my Ma I'm tired

And I never been more honest

Steering contradictions

Making sure my chest conditioned

Interventions in addition

May I mention all convictions

Of this sentimenting, ayy

Central funds and guns to say we militant

Amongst all strong

And come correct cause if we don't

Repeating history to say the least

All divisions pieces scattered tragedy

Municipality ain't sing rejoice with all these maladies

[Chorus]

Ayy, yeah, yeah, ayy

And my hands full, yeah

I said my hands full, yeah

[Verse]

Frequent desolation calls for timely conversation

But why can't conversation turn to actions live your actions, ayy

I'm demanding central concentration, fuck is integration

Holed embodiments and sorry causes for our losses

Our forefathers fought too hard for, yeah

I'm moving further and further from my so called brothers

And in the same way I'm moving even closer to discussions

Worth discussing and I ain't understand

But I'm a man, and in this

Animosity in hand with branded plans

To deconstruct the man who's face is never understanded

But I get it though I really do

Ignorance a bitch

But it can also be pretty bliss

When all your faiths are in a realm that's turned to shit

And tarnishing all descendants

That can filter you through

Irreverent passes

Masses trashing

Anatomy but I'm happy

My bones got thicker

From tragedy and these crackers

Paving way for all this agony

Rude awakenings

Taking me back to places

Undercover under covers

Morning sunshine, ain't enough of

Sense of self it keep me straight

Through all the qualms

And my palms drenched since

Watching all the balls in my palm

Spin atomically

Taking out my roots and showing them

Contingently they grounded than ever

Prowess in the power

Souls twined, shared conditions

Is why I'm out here running with a statement in my mission

Administration hating all complainants

I'm diffusing cries of laments

Through the papers yea

How we know our good days

If we never had no bad ones

Clashing with antagonists

The battle of the radicands

They trying to recycle my demons, I already faced them

[Outro]

Gas tank empty and they building up resent for me

Gas tank empty and they building up resent for me, yeah

Resent for me, resent for me