Funk Sessions

A dedication to Martin A dedication to Marvin What's going on is the song to keep me in my margin I'm striving for my dreams before I'm put up in a coffin My lyrics hitting harder than a black band marching And it goes on and on like Ms Badu I hope one day music shit is certified by you Just put your stamp on it and say you do approve But until that day I ain't got shit to lose I ain't got shit to do but to grind harder To make it for my mother And my slowly dying father And when my time comes I'm praying that they still alive I step outside my people still committing genocide Niggas taking niggas lives Don't blame the white man girl I know we set up to lose In this white man's world But who are we to yell black lives matter When we're at fault for the most of them that's getting splattered Wearing clothes that's tattered Dressing to impress You're a queen my lady dress like an empress Like you know you deserve it You looking sweet girl come here now let me dessert you And I'll never desert you Walking by I knew you knew exactly I'm your purpose You know what your worth is These niggas is worthless These niggas they serpents Message you 4 or 5 times like the shit is urgent They just some bottom feeders so we just gone call em urchins I love the brown liquor I think it's my elixir They label me alcoholic but I'm the worlds enigma I don't drink to get drunk The shit you thinking now just know that I already thunk The boat you sailing on I know that it's bound to get sunk You think you presidential nigga you bound to get trumped And that's no pun intended To my Republican fans I hope you weren't offended I'm highly recommended but I've never served a sentence Tell me bout white privilege You think it don't exist? The cops show you love but they wanna search my shit And I aint even a drug dealer or thug nigga But we all the same in they eyes long as I match the picture Young black male with the music blaring My car is red so that right there's a double interference I speak proper grammar but he's acting incoherent I look him in his eyes so he knows that I'm fearless He never seen a nigga with the heart of a lion To crumble up his little world like he was a Mayan I never trip I never worry Chef 'em like Steph Curry So down to earth with my music nigga I should be buried Rest In Peace to the black ones that's dead and buried I wish that we could somehow dig you out your cemetery To help us take back for our culture Back for our people so that they can see us equal And look at us for real instead of thinking that we see through To think we good for something far from killing our own people I'm speaking out for blacks why you tryna silence me I put my hands up and you react violently It's a free country so we got democracy So why when I die no one cry hypocrisy huh? So why when I die no one cry hypocrisy