Untitled Song

Channel your melanin

 

I feel the atoms assembling

to create this Adam you're behandling

or beholding an apple, take it in its medicine

the truth is unraveling.

The melanin got the white folks thinking I'm meanacing

could have been picking your pockets, looting and ravaging

in blackless burbs with no guards, but instead I'm panicking

about exams and shit

8 grams of spliffs

shake off them ticks off my psyche

I might be like Shaka or Gandhi

It's funny how this world has us fooled, subconsciously

see freedom aint cheap and honeys aint sweet

and money's the root of all six feet deep.

In my coffin i sleep.