Peacock

[Verse 1: Jean Grae] They came first for me and I spoke up With every line I spoke they just tightened the yoke up No silver lining 'cept they're lining all their coke up On the mirrors reflecting damn nothing on the close up Subdividing the damn game, they suck you dry Why you worried about your fame and the fucking vibe Equating while the tsunami of pains collide Give them to the babies as an insane lullaby I'm a proponent of the mainframe hack-in If it wasn't built for me I'm laying the ax in Break it apart and reconfigure the whole system Take it to base level, demolition the building You can see I ain't reined in, no puppets on me Pressures what I feel like, what your souls deal like Cause I'm so free C'mon, c'mon I know what it means to be a shutout For choosing ironically never to live as a cutout The use of technology equal to having a gun out My open carry of self is offensive as a motherfucker And I'm playing to raise the level of that shit Cause without privilege you ponder the basics Cause if you're the makeshift you never complacent We ain't do nothin' but face this everyday shit So tell me—what's up? [Verse 2: Quelle Chris] They be pushing me to the point of pressure In need of therapy with pressure points I hit a joint to soar higher than a airliner This wasn't 'bout the coal miners since the cold opens Live from New York The black alien space race, Malachi York The smash grab, no hashtag riot for sport The way they burned down Greenwood and Rosewood, Florida They reserved the hood for you To preserve the jail quota Cause what's the law to the land owner Where trespassing is the only way of passing and they shoot on sight I hope the truest make it through the night Control-delete Alt-Right The harmony off key I take the Colin Kaepernick knee Like you ain't 'bout to off me Cause I am free An open book that you can quote without CliffsNotes And you can judge it by the cover with the metal wrists and noose throats I'm trying to delegate a new hope Still trying to delegate a new hope