Pinned To The Cross

William Leonard Robertson, Finn Matthews

I say to young black men
We're now living in a state of public emergency
Middle class and poor people be targeted every day
Dealing with so much hostility
Negative socialism
I refuse to be petrified
And there's no mercy for the rivals
They want the rich niggas to live in total silence
Exiled, flee the country, more assassinations
Let's go

Where you're forced to be feeling
Strangers consider you careless
Detrimental to my upbringing I felt so abandoned
I was lost in confusion therefore had nothing to lose
Now I'm running the rack, a nigga got cut from the noose
I just wanna be free, another black man on the run
We was pinned to the cross since our birth under the sun
Ain't no hate in my heart, I've adapted the rage
Step off the stage, pussy nigga right back in the cage
Now we burning the streets, Christ to the cross (cross)
Our position is blatant (blatant), rightfully lost
Let's empower the people, no need for signing petitions
Thieves and Revelations, scriptures keep on blinding these Christians
I'm in search of the truth (truth), we each have a flaw (flaw)
Soon as Dre at the roof, she file for divorce
Van Jones go get a groom, never making no loss
Terry Crews is another coon who was basically bought

Some say white eyes are like white diamonds buried in the snow
But I see a thing we have in common, it's not all beautiful
So if I cry and these white diamonds wash along the shore
It's 'cause I know the shit you've been through and you made it beautiful
You made it (made it, made it, made it)
You made it beautiful
You made it (made it, made it)
Made it beautiful

Racists killing for cotton, niggas fighting for honor
In the South you've forgotten call my city the bottom
Kilos get to deposits, living like it's the lotto
This my moment of glory, grandiose is the dollar
Always postin' your sneakers, you're the one that they follow
I'm a born-to-be leader, such a collection of knowledge
Are we dead or alive? Unforgettable highs
Know the Lord lookin' down for the day that we rise
Got my pistols all on me, niggas might Christopher zone me
Black on black issues over, principles peep your opponent
Who got the most money? Well it's yet to be seen?
'Cause I'm still counting mine, such an incredible thing
And seek a true wealth (wealth), great example for niggas (niggas)
You decided yourself, I considered it business
We still in the trenches where they made us relentless
Where the reward is little but the hate is tremendous

Some say white eyes are like white diamonds buried in the snow
But I see a thing we have in common, it's not all beautiful
So if I cry and these white diamonds wash along the shore
It's 'cause I know the shit you've been through and you made it beautiful
You made it (made it, made it, made it)
You made it beautiful
You made it (made it, made it)
Made it beautiful

Now I'm in the McLaren, still racin' them commas
I'm watchin' for Karen, she watchin' bird watchers
Still I wish her the best, Ray Charles in the flesh
Pavarotti to some, Quincy Jones to the rest
Muddy waters the marble, set my city aflame
Turn my back on them, the fact that they would rattle my cage
I don't wanna argue but I wanted a raise
Got me pinned to the cross, as the sinners would wave
Judge your body of work, my debut was a classic
Hov gave me a verse, so that kept it a attractive
My old crew is submerge, DEA wanted the address
Make her play with her pussy, with a few million in the mattress
My life needed a balance, didn't come for the status
But my mother responsible, she raised me so lavish
"Look, son, you're a king" were the words that she recited
And they kept me excited 'til the day I'm indicted

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