THE WORD

I don't wanna have to think about it too much
Lately I've been feeling like we all lost touch
Federales pull up to our people, no love
What's a man to do when they come, ayy
Lately been feeling like it's kill or be killed, man
They killing our children, we feeling the chills man
We got in the field
I struggle to feel love and nothing is real, damn
Emancipation they took you from nations and killed men
Spirit can never die, I feel like it will be alright
See the hate in their eyes
I look myself in thе mirror and wonder what is the price
Thе bounty put on my head, they wanting my people dead, damn
What's the plan or the move
I've been blessed with the word
I'll be damned when I use it against what they do
But I can never be afraid of the pain that I felt
Saved by the bell, the light, the water, the hells
And so hard they fell
Positive is how we prevail
I saw the hate and started loving myself
I saw my people in and out of the cells
Same time I see us rise at the greats
Came from the heavens, I know you relate
We found us a way, lifted a weight, wait, lemme explain
Before the whips and the chains
Before the change in the names
Know the history great
Fastforward and our people remain
Nations rising well you thought we were done
Why the hell would we run
When the sun still shines
And my skin still glow, and my hair my still grow
Never let that go, nah nah
Politics still politicking
The greenest grass got picket fences
Gentrify our old addresses
Hug my kin and count my blessings
Pray I live to learn a lesson
Pray I live to see my son discover that
His pigmentation where his strength is
And I don't contribute to his demise by being pensive
Wonder why I go to sleep at night still feeling restless
Knowing that this skin I call a gift could be a deathwish
Hoping that my pen could be a sword to cut the pension
Judging plagiary like you don't know the past is in the present
Plagiary, I can't tell the past from the present
And if history repeats we ain't passed what is present
It's a fact though, love the entertainer
But still won't let the black show
Scared of all the black growth, unless we help your bank grow
Fetishize the men but might not tell your dad though
Silence the black woman now that Becky made her back row
Four hundred plus years of generational anger
Of course I'm tired of running, ain't nobody got that stamina
Nobody got the answers but think that they understand us
I'm tired of being tired and Cal's still raising the cannon
Hope that they get the picture
Hope that they feel the passion
Pray that these pricks don't push me let's keep the kosher and crusty
The way you moving around, claiming mean me no harm
The streets my animal farm, this ain't the time to be calm
What's the plan or the move
I've been blessed with the word
I'll be damned when I use it against what they do

I've been blessed with the word
I've been blessed with the word
I said, oh I said, oh I said
I've been blessed with the word
I said, oh I said, oh I
I've been blessed with the word
I said, oh I said, oh I said
I've been blessed with the word
I said, oh I said, oh I said