Moment In The Sun

[Introduction: Che Noir] Yeah I know y'all didn't think I was going to let y'all off like that Huh, I'm three for three baby Come on And you know I love this shit right here Trust [Verse 1: Che Noir] Sometimes I feel like God and Satan playing frisbee with my soul Cause I got friends that I grew up with that ain't get to be this old Dead bodies on my temple, that's a side you ain't heard of Some lost their innocence to sex I lost mine to a murder That's why my pencil always spazzing out Mental on the cash amount Pistol if you acting out Pillows filled with cash to count Riddles that I rap this pain I scribble in this path of crowds Is rated by weirdos who never been through what I'm rapping about I speak about the truth, I got to keep my shit official Got more punch lines but first I got to spеak about these issues Constitution say wе free but that word's elusive, heard excuses It was written with loop holes that they turned to nooses We wanted peace and equity but they just wanted war These crackers created the same violence that they judge us for Rest in peace to George I got to up my brothers more Trying to pull the strings to free my people is like tug of war I was broke getting funds on my pay date Getting bills trying to figure out which one we gone pay late Telling my pops happy father's day through the JPay But by the time he get it it's gon' be a few days late The blackest poet, I don't speak on shit unless I actually know it Witness riots, death spells, system, wear a mask for Covid Can't relate life to chess I'm past that motive Cause we never had the same resources as our opponents That's a fact [Interlude] Do what you say this country is supposed to be about The land of the free for all It has not been free for black people and we are tired Don't talk to us about looting Y'all are the looters [Verse 2: RJ Payne] This is a passionate issue They think it's all about bad bitches, fashion and pistols There's only so far that that shit will get you Back to the gristle Fuck talent we need balance my nigga that's been official, yeah See I found me a different lane I be styling nigga I don't need violence to entertain Bad boys move in silence acknowledge a nigga's pain Fuck your couple dollars we challenge niggas to change Burners and coke, sex murders and dope, I'm depressed We invest in the shit that hurt us the most Observe it, rap game is perverted I learned the most, it ain't a fable People up at these labels be turning folks, yeah My iron is high, the eye in the sky Niggas died to get out them chains that we trying to buy Black Ruger, back to the future I am McFly Make America fucking great again, I am the guy Listen, Elohim keep the clip in the gun I'm with the Che butter queen, skin kissed from the sun Royalty, black regime they think niggas is dumb Police and Covid 19 take your pick where I'm from Nigga Either or if you watching then we at war They don't even try to hide racism we see it more My people need freedom, I'm willing to be the door Warriors, we came up in the coliseum for sure Payne [Interlude] Police used tear gas and rubber bullets And so they call our protesters thugs And they call our protests riots We use his words "I can't breathe" [Verse 3: Sa Roc] When I put pen to paper This ink creation like catharsis Delve deep to find the heart of my story Excavated the carcass But they keep trying to end my bloodlines They hate to see progress So they take young lives before their time and make hasty departures Black injustice contradicting like Haitians and crosses In a nation with a sickness that rejects the diagnosis Oldies told me that my tone reaches my legacies Why they treat you like you're worthless and they raid your resources From the land where hope abandoned us Left us with no manual We made a way and turned a broken dream to something tangible Put them empty cupboards to empires earning handsome Off these lyrical endowments that I issue off the manual They locking [?] Pacs and Assata Shakurs from us Kill us freely and cut [?] the hypocrisy's not lost on us But every little young 'un that dies a new Malcolm reborn promise See they blinded by the billions The young black and gifted The pressure pushed a rock to diamond, multifaceted Can't imagine these stands without the substance I advanced in it The only thing stay hollow is my choice of ammunition It's metaphor for every project [?] my raw chest Storm the ivory tower and draw the crowd into my vortex Pound these hash tagging in memory until it forms a portrait Niggas sound the revolution, free the echo in their cortex