Saturday Mourning (feat. Deniro Farrar)

I talked to God on a Friday Saturday morning was lit I like to fight on occasion Sometimes we boring as shit I went to hell for her hoping that I'd return to a lick She must been tired of waiting She let me burn in that shit Easily I would take me against all the Rest of you chumps Sweetie I mention the sub It aint 'bout what lettuce you want The train be here in a minute It's probably best if you go I'm off a bird, I ain't flocking with other feathers You know Support the artists, it's crazy in 2020 as soon as it came Forecast crashed and for 20 weeks a monsoon and the rain Thought cops quit it No they didn't, they shooting again Black owned bodies on dirty pavement refusing again Spin that narrative Streets occupied by those uniform terrorists The beats I'm supplied what I do is imperative Apparently the shit I'm living in is inherited What they said about Harriet Freed many slaves and underground was no chariot God asked me twice was I willing to move for the shit with nothing to carry it Or would I refuse and be left with nothing to bury it Sometimes when it come to your purpose that be the scariest shit No I ain't go millions, but I'm rich in experiences Seen why niggas don't stick around to be curious I seen why niggas deserve some time to be furious I see why They ask me where I been tryna look around again Shit I see why Seen why niggas don't stick to be I see why I see why niggas don't stick around to be curious I seen why niggas deserve some time to be furious I see why I see why niggas tote they pistols even though they felons Guess my melanin make 'em wanna bust my fuckin melon And this the last song I'm writing on social injustice Ready to grab my pistol and bust it like fuck it no discussion Ain't no drive by we walkin up These guns ain't got no ears so nigga don't you talk to us Blisters on our feet from marchin but they still gon' target us Organizing with my tribe just tryna run them margins Pull up at valet in my Honda Tip 'em just to double park it like fuck it This ain't no Rarri or Range Spend thousands on my chain to cover the pain Cause when you born without nothing you got everything to gain Risk my freedom for some freedom they still treat me like a slave Still a nigga but I'm paid Ain't had solid sleep in days Been a while since I prayed God I'm dealing with this rage They see us as some animals that belong up in a cage It's time to get organized the Revolution on the way I see why