i'm leaving my home
in hopes of finding my home
outside my orbital bones
i see, for the first time, what's standing before me
i ate all the history
drank the philosophy
no chains on my neck, my legs, or my wrists
but Brothas, i ain't free
& yes i'm an optimist
but see i'm a realist too
i know we ain't gonna ever get nowhere
cockfighting like we do
rain hell on the racist
bring peace to the pacifist
make it to the top of the game one day
& ask God for some humbleness
see we ain't the swiftest
we just never stop running
stunning all of them that we're leaving behind
so they move back the finish line
& what's up with the justice?
as we fight for an eye for an eye
so high
ask God for some answers
but don't understand the reply
what's next?
