(Bridge)
This that storytellin'
Oh he tellin'
Mama ain't paid the bills
Now she yellin'
And my daddy flippin' zips now
Yeah he sellin'
And the government's right here now
They still ain't helpin'

Verse 1
We live in a place where being full is still empty
Where some have nothing and others have plenty
So many
That they can buy a Wendy's
Raise the price up for the poor who can't even
Afford a 4 for 4 so they robbin' stores
We born into poverty
With more luck at the lottery
Than equality
It bothers me, this whole system's a robbery
The NFL
With owners who wish them well
They ain't never touched a field
But they give the deals
We are just fish on the reel
That go from an ocean to something smaller
Like a fish tank where our only opportunity's a dollar
Or another fish tank where you can't even drink the water
Yeah, that's Flint right
I'm tellin' a story that's been typed
Like way back when we were fighting for our country back
Back when blacks were running back
And in today's world we call them runningbacks
Yall's eyes closed
Yall's minds closed
We even give them money when we buy clothes
Or that chain you rocking
Or that mouth gold
They know were we at when we downlow
I'm like how cold
The interest rate to a minority is almost the same as the amount loaned

Hook
Yall's eyes closed
Yall's minds closed
We need a change now
And they all know
I keep my faith high
When Im down low
I keep my faith high
And they all know

There's a way (x8)

Bridge
This that storytellin'
Oh he tellin'
Mama ain't paid the bills
Now she yellin'
And my daddy flippin' zips now
Yeah he sellin'
And the government's right here now
They still ain't helpin'

Verse 2
Welcome the gentleman
America sentencin
Selling our melanin
Headline of stories is getting repetitive
Too many angels and not enough reverends;
Too many angles and not enough relevance
Given the evidence
Never is televised
I mean televised
They been tellin lies
How our innocent spirits are fellonized
But it's
Good guys in the black suits
With the bad dudes
In the badge
With the back blue
Huh
Lie down or attack you
Huh
Old home
Won't
Make it back to
Huh
Man
And we ain't even talking bout the money yet
They deny us our freedom and publish it
On statistics they ain't doin nothing with
Listen
They don't pay us;
They just purchase investments
Brown skin is the oil of the earth
White gold is just all in the presses
It's onset depression
They married to money
We married to slavery
Ain't no reception
There is no allowance
And ain't no exception
Regardless of status
There ain't no protection
But it's
Kool
I guess
I wish
I could find comfort in the lights again x4
I wish x5