Melanated

And we just tryna make a way

Stomach hungry kitchen empty that's that every day

Grab some liquor all my homies piecing on a 8th

And poverty it be the sickness so we medicate

Most my niggas never meditate

Unless it's plotting on a mission tryna confiscate

To hit a lick and get some money prolly catch a case

Judge talking 30 because he black and he hate his face

You know the system fucked up when you black as me

At the door of success but we ain't get a key

So we ain't knocking now through the window now just don't make sound

If you make a sound police probably