Me and my people have walked
through this exodus
Where they have me questioning our
excellence
Reading tweets from hate -filled
commentators and bootleg presidents
While pigs with old prejudice
stop me with no evidence
Like how's a black king supposed
to feel invincible
In a system designed to treat
you as the typical
Maybe that's why our parent
s gave us names that were biblical
Then prayed for a miracle
Bow five times a day and ex
pect me to remain spiritual
But how can I when they have
us caged in the physical
And they brainwashed us mentally
They told me home was strange
lands
Where we were judged,
trialled and condemned through the wrong lens
By these conmen with
wicked intentions
Where all these
Delilers wanna sleep with you
These
Cleopatras wanna
Caesar you
And these
Eves wanna piece of fruit
Like how do you stay in your lane when all
these drivers wanna beep at you
But this music is the trap gospel
This music is the words
from an apostle
Spend 40 days and 40
nights on the mountain top
Dealing with oppression and depression
Just to deliver the food to the masses
But this one's for the shotters,
not the pastor
These are the words that
get adopted by the trapster
Sold to the gangster,
then smoked by the rasta
Just before the rap ture
How can we bow to crowns
with stolen jewels
When we were already royalty
Perched on golden stools