Black Still - Scarface

I got a letter from the government, the other day

I opened and read it, they tellin' me to dead it

It said that the message I was bringing brought destruction

I put the pen to the pad and said «Fuck them»

Here’s a land that never gave a damn

About a brother like me from the jump;

they’d rather see me slump

Face down, shot five or six times

With my kid and her mama in the cop car crying, and I’m dying

Stop lying, it’s a black and white thang

Redneck ass judge would rather watch a nigga hang

Than indict what’s white, not right, fuck a news feed

Black men got the same needs as the Jews need

Who me?

I demand reparation

Fuck a cowboy, I’m a native robbed of my nation

I’m an African, Black man, fucked out my language

Got me praying to a white boy God, that’s insane

And if you ask me, why they steadily harass me

I reply with that «These muthafuckas nasty»

And I’m a god yet they calling me a nigga

They scared of me, so they try to hide behind the trigger

Acting bad ass, fuck a honkey with a badge

I’m a nigga with an attitude, you can kiss my black ass

Ain’t no sense in niggas being diplomatic

Televise the revolution, let these muthafuckas have it

I’m calling up the homies, they said to come through

And I run with them niggas ain’t scared to come shoot

Take an eye for an eye, take a tooth for tooth

Do unto others as them others would do onto you

And now they saying «Make America Great»

But what America hates kept America straight

And America safe, muthafuck that flag

My people are not free, we wanna touch that bag

So quick to try to copyright what came for free

Now they blaming me, and it’s plain to see

That they mad at that, like I’m a magic act

Yeah, imagine that;

muthafucka, I’m Black

Fuckin' vultures, super quick to steal one’s culture

Trying to make it your own;

caveman, go home

Over-tan, long nose, funny-looking ass Donald

Got his nerve disrespecting President Obama

If you don’t want us around then let us leave

Pay the money you’ve been owing my peoples as they were set free

That 40 acres and a mule never came

And yet we’re still outstanding—out standing in the rain

Just waiting, patient, pacing, and praying

For God to step up, and not ain’t shit shaking

I was mistaken thinking scripture coulda helped us

Following the faith of our very own oppressors

No justice, just us

Look at how the aftermath of slavery today still affects us

Our kids educated by the enemy

And they don’t know shit about their history

‘Cause they ain’t teaching that in school

Leave it up to them coons, and all that’s cool

Let the bygones be bygone

And besides, we’ve been killing off our own

Shut the fuck up, you know what?

Uncle Tom, house nigga slaves need they muthafuckin' nuts cut

I pack steel in the hour of the chaos

If Black lives still don’t matter to you, stay out