Pinned to the Cross

[Intro: Rick Ross]

I said, young black men (808 Mafia)

You're now living in a state of public emergency

Middle class and poor people being targeted every day dealing with so much hostility

Negative socialism

I refuse to be petrified

And there's no mercy for the rivals

They want the rich niggas to live in total silence, exile

Flee the country, more assassinations

Let's go

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]

When you're forced to be fearless, strangers consider you careless

Detrimental to my upbringing, I felt so abandoned

I was lost in confusion, therefore had nothing to lose

Now I'm running the rack and nigga got cut from the noose

I just wanna be free, another black man on the run

We was pinned to the cross since I birthed under the sun

Ain't no hate in my heart, I've adapted to rage

Step off the stage, pussy nigga right back in the cage

Now we burning the streets, Christ to the cross

Our position is blatant (Blatant), rightfully lost

Let's empower the people, no need for signin' petitions

Thieves and Revelations, scriptures keep on blinding these Christians

I'm in search of the truth (Truth), we each have a flaw (Flaw)

Soon as Dre hit the roof, she filed for divorce

Van Jones go get a broom, never making no laws

Terry Crews is another coon who was basically bought

[Chorus: Finn Matthews]

Some say my eyes are like brown diamonds buried in the snow

But I see pain, we have in common, it's not all beautiful

So if I cry and these brown diamonds wash along the shore

It's 'cause I know the shit you've been through and you made it beautiful

You made it (Made it, made it, made it)

You made it beautiful

You made it (Made it, made it)

Made it beautiful

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]

Racists killing for cotton, niggas fighting for honor

In the South you're forgotten, call my city the bottom

Kilos get to deposits, living like it's the lotto

This my moment of glory, grandiose is the dollar

Always postin' your sneakers, you're the one that they follow

I'm a born to be leader, such a collection of knowledge

Are we dead or alive? Unforgettable highs

Know the Lord lookin' down, for the day that we rise

Got my pistols all on me, niggas my Christopher us homie

Black on black issues over principles peep your opponent

Who got the most money? Well, that's yet to be seen

'Cause I'm still counting mine, such an incredible thing

In seek of true wealth, great example for niggas

You decide it yourself, I considered it business

We still in the trenches, where they made us relentless

Where the reward is little, but the hate is tremendous

[Chorus: Finn Matthews]

Some say my eyes are like brown diamonds buried in the snow

But I see pain, we have in common, it's not all beautiful

So if I cry and these brown diamonds wash along the shore

It's 'cause I know the shit you've been through and you made it beautiful

You made it (Made it, made it, made it)

You made it beautiful

You made it (Made it, made it)

Made it beautiful

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]

Now I'm in the McLaren, still racin' them commas

I'm watchin' for Karen, she watchin' bird watchers

Still I wish her the best, Ray Charles in the flesh

Pavarotti to some, Quincy Jones to the rest

Muddy Waters to marble, set my city aflame

Turn my back on the mere fact that they would rattle my cage

I don't wanna argue, but I wanted a raise

Got me pinned to the cross, as the sinners will wave

Such a body of work, my debut was a classic

HOV gave me a verse, so that kept it attractive

My whole crew was submerged, DEA wanted the address

Make a play with a pussy, with a few mill' in a mattress

My life needed a balance, didn't come for the status

But my mother responsible, she raised me so lavish

Look, son, you're a king, were the words she recited

And they kept me excited 'til the day I'm indicted