American I Live

[Verse 1: Eshon Burgundy] Racial reconciliation My skin colour don't exclude me My skin colour include me Who me? I'm a part of the conversation My children's Bible ain't had no pictures that look like me So DMX was the pastor I used to console me The Bible was written in truth but it was taught in error by those that never told me I could be holy, (Salute) They hate on the Bible, still hating on the Bible 400 years later found out we in the Bible They lied to the slaves and told them that we wasn't Our skin dark like Jesus we resembled His brothers Truth ain't covered, the cat's out the bag like Publix Or a Jag underneath that plastic bag all smothered My people perished for a lack of understanding Tried to make us feel like we embarrassed and abandoned But I know I'm royal flesh, I'm about to turn my hand in My B.I.B.L.E tucked, look, I'm clutching lamb skin Skin soiled up, my pigment the colour of trees I'm God-given I don't belong in a prison, my breathing is different I don't blow smoke, no weed in my system Forever cooking up, I'm always leaving the kitchen I'm forever looking up My spirit mirror His image My heart is grenade, baby I finna blow any minute I'm from where I last repented From where I asked for forgiveness That's my old address, you got the holy key to enter I don't know, all I know was I was on course to be a menace Till that glow came on myself, from head to toe I'm reinvented Reading scrolls, body full of holes, bleeding through my clothes My church clothes got stained, from a past that was so profane If I say I'm looking for angels, I ain't out here looking for wings My president is black, 8 years, and still ain't nothing changed Never trade a state official for a KING, that's the key (that's the key, that's the key) [Interlude] How you know the truth If they never tell you the truth Studies that show our self approve I just can't be believing it is what it is Just because you say it is, what it is [Verse 2: Ezekiel] Oh, look I'm the ex-addict with the teacher, cookin' in his basement lab Connected with a past And now I'm making good by breaking bad Connected to a pastor like I'm Meagan Good, I prayed for that So my control is limited and trust me this my saviour rap Mmm pardon me please, funeral for my chill My current calm as the seas Beautiful eulogy If you live in bondage asleep Peep the war in the streets And the evil forces that creep And then leak up out of our speech Law enforcement like reefer, they keep it harder to breathe I was Eric Garner and thought that they feelings spoke to my seed No peace, 'cause then we eager to see an officer bleed Ain't it deep Rather get coffins than think to call the police, you can see Carnivore teeth cause we eatin' all of this beef And it's eating gone Gomorrah, our modern Sodom indeed So when E-shon gave the call to have me a part of this beat I'm like please Sword is unleashed have you seen how gorgeous my feet is beneath So more can receive this and beast like four-footed creatures My team of warriors kill bull That means we over your league They roamin' like little Caesars, I need an order some pizza 'cause what is they holy key to a door that's open for me Come up hangin' with thieves Get a murderin' sentence He end up hangin' with thieves Because the murderous sinners pray for the women C came to murder the murder centers He made the period bleed, Jesus murdered the sentence That's the key [Verse 3: J. Monty] Yeah, I have been Walking with a target on my back Searching for the truth I been departed from the fact Bullets in the bodies of my brothers on the road Silent suffocation, where they blood is turning cold True I got a mighty sword from God, Almighty for it Free I've been fighting wars since a tiny boy Three I was on the edge of the highest cliff Don't jump Could'a been da mans or the lighter spliff, for what, don't know Battling sin, confidence and, the prophets said [? attention] we got permission from God the witness, the Bible [?] so stop Not to mention acknowledging the impoverished and the fatherless from the continent we work the [?] to stop until we drop I knew a black man shot by the cops He dropped tired The cops said "put your hands up" but (*shot's fired*) I know a cop who got killed by a black man for his badge The black man gave no warning and all you heard next was a blap, blap (*actual gun shot and shell drop*) You've been avoiding the poison exploiting our daughters The choice is yours you can force it, toy with the starter You can point to the Lord and enforce what He offers But you endorse all the noise then enjoy it and prosper, you in extortion is disproportionate proper Orbiting all our mortgages, filling morgues with our fathers of course this misfortune I just wanna hear my kids I can barely manage this, man Ameri-can I live [Outro: J. Monty] American I live (x6)