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It’s hard to love yourself when you ain’t got a job

I got headaches you can’t treat with no Tylenol

Seen a lot of rainbows with no pot of gold

Tried to run away from home never learned to crawl

Ooh, I’m a black boy, targets on my back, boy

Three strikes comin' better go and get your bat, boy

Face up on a plaque boy, don’t you know that

Slavery is back, boy, go on and get your passport

Can you see a difference between a white hood or a badge?

This my middle finger to the Ku Klux Klan

I got arrested and almost died and I’d do it again

I’d rip solar systems down just to give them to kids

I’m a one man band, one man army, rapper Bob Marley

Revolution in my one hand tryna buy Ferraris

Yea I messed up, but it’s messed up

Papa taught me to clean my mess up

But who gon' teach these politicians

To stop kickin' it with their legs up?

What if Jesus was a nigga from the Middle East

With a bomb strapped to his chest to bring peace?

And when it exploded it rewarded everyone

With the American Dream?

What if insomia was the cure to an illusion?

Bill Nye The Science Guy solution?

Dave and Goliath not a storybook

But how poor people came to conclusions

Ooh, I’m a black boy, targets on my back, boy

Three strikes comin' better go and get your bat, boy

Face up on a plaque boy, don’t you know that

Slavery is back, boy, go on and get your passport

We could be free and beautiful but we have lost the way. Greed has poisoned

mens souls, has barricaded the world with hate. Has goose-stepped us into

misery and bloodshed. We have developed speed but we have shut ourselves in.

Machinery that gives abundance has left us in want. Our knowledge has made us

cynical, our cleverness hard and unkind. We think too much and feel too little.

More than machinery, we need humanity

Picture this: who kills Laquan McDonald more

An officer, a jail cell or McDonalds stores?

Donald Duck, Donald Trump

We leaving racism in the Devil’s trunk

Deflated, like Tom Brady bunch

What if they called Jesus a terrorist cause he cared a bit?

They called me a terrorist cause I cared a bit

City on gridlock but I care for it

Even on a dark night I care for Gotham

What if the genesis of Jena Six was just forgotten?

(We need kindness and gentleness)

What if we had the kindness of Mary Poppins

And everytime gay people wanted to got married

We didn’t pop in

And in the Future you could really do what you want

When you poppin' or if you’re popular

What if everything good was the opposite?

Ooh, I’m a black boy, targets on my back, boy

Three strikes comin' better go and get your bat, boy

Face up on a plaque boy, don’t you know that

Slavery is back, boy, go on and get your passport

History is written by the victors

But history is made by those who live without restrictions

I’m Easter ready but I’m not here to get dressed up

I’m resurrecting the death of the Panthers

Mike Brown is back for Christ’s sake, put your hands up

You could go on and put your hands up

But my heart is too big for my ego

They tried to turn me into a hero

But heroes die young and I want this shit forever

But best believe if I die, I won’t die with my hands up

Ooh, I’m a black boy, targets on my back, boy

Three strikes comin' better go and get your bat, boy

Face up on a plaque boy, don’t you know that

Slavery is back, boy, go on and get your passport

Look what they do to my sisters and brothers

My anger is righteous

And they’re paving the streets with our blood

And they want us to keep quiet

And keep the peace, but I’m tired

And we’re gonna rise up

And we’re gonna shut them down

We’re gonna rise up

And we’re gonna shut them down

And power to my people, right on, right on

And power to my people, right on, right on

And power to my people, right on, right on

And power to my people, right on, right on

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