Lyrics

I’m your new leader, I declare myself king. Go out with a bang, but great change I will bring.
Next time you need justice, next time you need change. I am your man, only blood in exchange.
MAGA’s need a new energy, MAGA’s need a new force, to counter their ass, help change their course.
Growin’ up in the hood, opportunities abound, come into to my hood, and try meeting my crowd.

You think that life’s fair, that I have the same chances, in my hood for a day, see how far you advances.
I walk down the street, just hope get to safe, unlike your pretty little parks, pretty smiles on your face.
As you walk in my hood, you will need full protection, I dare your MAGA ass, to come to my section.
See I get it both sides, thought the cop was my savior, but I learned the hard way, more abhorrent behavior.

How dare you define, racism my friend, that you are oppressed, no baton on your chin.
For just being black, in the wrong neighborhood, life you’ll never know, you don’t live their my cuz.
The deck is just stacked, its all in your favor, my chance non-exist, lucky get good behavior.
So stop with the nonsense, that I made bad choices, only choice is survive, never mind bullet noises.

Please admit it you fools, only takes two or three, I hear the locks click, I watch you all flee.
Alone an elevator, the fear of our crowd, the purses are clutched, button up, grab your blouse.
You say you not racist, only tell the truth, but what truth do you know, left for dead in a phone booth?
Well I have my brother, a life you’ll never know, and I won’t know yours, long’s you keep status quo.

See I don’t want your money, I don’t want your fame, I just want what’s fair, to end the MAGA game.
When you live in the hood, cost of life is much more, opportunity my ass, invite my ass in the door.
Yeah, right, didn’t think so, let alone make it fair, for people of color, no one pulls out the chair.
Hard work you all say, how you got ahead, yeah right you know hard, wonder tomorrow I’ll be dead?

How dare you define, racism my friend, that you are oppressed, no baton on your chin.
For just being black, in the wrong neighborhood, life you’ll never know, you don’t live their my cuz.
The deck is just stacked, its all in your favor, my chance non-exist, lucky get good behavior.
So stop with the nonsense, that I made bad choices, only choice is survive, never mind bullet noises.

George Floyd’s not a saint, that’s the new MAGA play. Sold illegal cigars, sentence death, way to pay.
The invisible hand, critical race theory, yeah its not a myth, you don’t live it my deary.
Live it every day, but yet I am the blessed, more many are younger, funeral clothes is their dress.
So stop with the complaints, your private school pain, how you struggled in college, folks paid for your train.

For all of my brothers, rise up and be heard, follow me to make change, but trouble please don’t stir.
Keep yourself safe, police show respect, they may not be fair, but please don’t interject.
Make your presence be felt, use the court as your time, to make your case, and avoid doing time.
Strength in softness, you’ve get more respect, it will go much further, and your life you’ll protect.

How dare you define, racism my friend, that you are oppressed, no baton on your chin.
For just being black, in the wrong neighborhood, life you’ll never know, you don’t live their my cuz.
George Floyd’s not a saint, that’s the new MAGA play. Sold illegal cigars, sentence death, way to pay.
The invisible hand, critical race theory, yeah its not a myth, you don’t live it my deary.