It's about us Black people, poor people.

The hate you give little infants, F's everybody.

It keeps us all at the bottom.  Being Black is an honor.

The true power is the power of the people.

Keep your hands on the wheel.

Gotta keep the kids safe, make sure they/live/another day.

We live in a complicated world, same story, different name.

Came from greatness, but makes us feel ashamed.

What would America be like,

if THUGLIFE wasn't just looked at, and ushered away?

We're screaming Black lives matter,

as we try to heal.

Modifying how I present myself,

told not to feel.

Order over chaos.

Creation over destruction.

Easier to break an atom,

than for a racist to hear the prejudice booming loud  in our ears.

History takes matters in its own hands,

turns us into clay,

molds people to believe all different kind of ways.

But, this is our story, and we are here to say,

all people are beautiful,

and this song just put hate in its grave.