Letter to the System

[Intro : T.I.]

Whats on the mind......of a Black Man right now?

I wonder....

[Verse 1: T.I.]

Ain't it hard enough..to raise your sons and your daughters up?

Without dealing with the racist stuff

Man, I just got out of prison trying hard as fuck

And it seem like its a green light on anyone with my skin type

Get pulled over for a tail-light and get shot

Know what dat feel like? Man, it real life

We ain't have to be brought here man, real life

But the fact is that we all here

If you don't like, you should've left us where we were

Bruh, its all your fault, see L.O.L. J.K. J.K. yeah

Everybody sing "Kum-ba-ya"

Reparation that'll never happen, but we ain't just gon be Abused by it y'all, wait a minute

I'm confused, I thought every man was treated equal, read it in the Constitution, yeah only when they feel like sticking to it

But U.S.A. the greatest nation in the world, dat my story and I'm sticking to it

Keep sticking to it

[Hook: London Jae (T.I.){Translee}]

Letter to the System, (yeah)

For my brothers in them prisons (yeah)

And the soldiers that fell victim to that bullshit (say bitches , us or else)

Man, this shit designed to beat us

You the find the one to lead us?

Sick of the way you treat us, this some bullshit (say bitches, us or else)

{Yeah, you on my shit list, yeah}

Letter to the system {You dig?}

I hope you bitches listen {You dig?}

Stay the fuck out of my business (Bitches, us or else) {Minding Minding my business, yeah}

Fucking reparation  {You dig?}

All of my 40 acres {You Dig?}

You leave us (Bitch, us or else)

[Verse 2: Translee]

Man, these fools vote on Instagram, they don't give a damn

Grandma on the phone screaming "Oh Boy Oh Boy"

Damn and she ain't never heard of Killa Cam

Clocks feeling like a ceiling fan

She remember back when Martin Luther, he would march and Marchin' at the Million Man and that shit begin again

Man, they got the problem solver for y'all, .38s and revolvers

They should've never involved us

Probably knew that white women would stalk us

Neiman to Marcus, ?, Neiman to Narcos? , Narcotic Targets, walkin' and jogging walk out of Target

Stop and risk police going in my pocket

Drug search over illegal parking?

Drug dog, when they me they barking

Black skin at the target, black for sale at the black market

And its all for free, we don't ask for nothing

I got me, I ain't backwards hustling

We got us, we ain't taxing us

Get yo ass back back back back back back to the back of the bus

[Hook: London Jae (T.I.){Translee}]

Letter to the System, (yeah)

For my brothers in them prisons (yeah)

All them soldiers that fell victim to that bullshit (say bitches , us or else)

Man, this shit designed to beat us

You da find the one who lead us?

Sick of the way you treat us, this some bullshit (say bitches, us or else)

{Yeah, you on my shit list, yeah}

Letter to the system {You dig?}

I hope you bitches listen {You dig?}

Stay the fuck out of my business (Bitches, us or else) {Minding Minding my business, yeah}

Fucking reparations {You dig?}

All of my 40 acres {You Dig?}

You leave us (Bitch, us or else)