Innocents are here with me, prisons that I know
Many men have built them, and never let them go
My father is a victim of a seed he didn't grow
Prisons of a pride too strong, that never let him go
Today I finally listened to a man I barely know
I spoke to him from prison, where the memory is old,
of abandoned women christened in the shadow of the gold
They're with me here in prison, pouring blood into the hole
I feel the pull of gravity, it pulls me out of slavery
I feel the pull of gravity, the evidence is in the seed
Here's to the man I remember, he was here for awhile
Pushing us around
Here's to the man that f**ed my mother, he was gone
before my brother ever heard a sound
Now that I'm awake, I hold the truth, I hold the past
I hold the truth that I can take
to better days than this
to better days than this
to better days than this
I feel the pull of gravity, it pulls me out of slavery
I feel the pull of gravity, the evidence is in the seed
The black man gives us the picture
The black man gives us the picture
The black man gives us the picture
The black man gives us the picture
All the way
All the way
All the way