Awon - Profit Off My Pain lyrics

[Verse 1] You want to profit off my pain Because I'm worth more to you With a syringe in my vein I'm worth even more With a bullet in my brain How come you gain more fame On the day you lay slain? For your down fall they praying I go back to what it was B.I.G. was saying He won't playing They still collect bread from Kobain They feed you p**y and c**aine Hoping you ain't sane The first thing they give you is a chain For them ten karats Arranged marriage A slave to the fame Quick to label you ICON And put you on the merch The same way we put our dead Homies on our shirts I know this verse it's filled With a litany of j**els But I'm trying to reach a million Or more this is school These days the one who dies young lives with cool But that is a mantra that is only made for fools [Chorus: Heeni] They want to profit Profit off my pain They want to profit off my pain They want to profit off my pain [Verse 2] By the time I was 8 I was truly awake Gained knowledge of self Began to understand the hate Discovered my ancestors were slaves And wondered why to the image Of their masters they prayed But never mind Cause I also wondered why My brothers poisoned the community Not knowing the prior statement Would be including me Communicated musically God gave the fruit to me My tongue is my sword I chop it up beautifully Our pain's sold for profit It devalues my struggle For these bullet proof wallets Still paying for college And so I pay homage To all the coin chasers Ready break bread for knowledge Flow polished More brolic That's Word to Chris Wallace Plus 2Pac is Bringing in them big dollas Posthumous They drop folks music And make bread While the family in pain And they ain't fed [Chorus: Heeni] They want to profit Profit off my pain They want to profit off my pain They want to profit off my pain [Verse 3] I want a whole lot of sh** I want better opportunities For my kids And to be embraced by my community Speaking of community I want some continuity In the message and actions Of brothers, sisters, fathers, and mothers I want to stop apologizing for my blackness Stop acting like you saying n***a cause of some rappers Travon and Michael Brown Wasn't k**ed because they thugs sh** I'm alive and I done sold a ton of d** I want love unconditionally Truth in my history After my grandfather everything else is a mystery We got the same blood fam That ain't no mistake Don't act like My female ancestors wasn't raped Just to think of it is everything you told us all fake I want the truth and I know that's a lot to ask But just like I used to wish for lots, of money, weed Liquor and a** I want answers to teach my babies about my f**in' past I want the consciousness and outrage for us to last So we can carve ourselves a better path I want affluent blacks to stop saying sh** that is nonsense for Publication sound bytes That respectability politics Newzella told me, son you reap what you sow Well I planted positive seeds serval seasons ago And they ain't grow Society poured cement on my garden And you wonder why so many hearts are hardened