[Verse 1 - Anthony Lucius]
Would you love?
Only love when i die by the rifle of his gun
No pun
Reality check playing with all this for fun
Whats love when you raised in hate
You can't look for freedom in politics
As i leave a reservation
Like ain't that some sh**
Talking bout some n***as that got money
But on that link..
Talking bout some n***as that got money
When you on that link...
Glad to see yo heart and mind hit the rehab
You know they jab when they know yo past
But thats america
Born on corruption
But thats america
Keep it private in public
But thats america
400 rich n***as got more than 100 million
Food grown some how still can't feed children
Money made and somehow we broke
Red and white and blue
Colors just a joke
Idc how u feel bout me after
Cuz i know my heart ..and you ba*tards
They compare me to rappers cuz I'm a rapper
But they don't compare to actors, funny
Before the black slave it was whites
And the poor got a change
When they brought us in chains
And they made fame off those with a name
You extorted for the next imported
n***as will leave they fam for fame and fortune
That ain't god like
Whats yo mind like
k** another one of mine then ask if I'm alright
You might get all rights
Ain't saying its civil n***a
Suit and tie only talk to u if you got a figure
And thats mean both
Tryna get me richard pyror
And i ain't telling jokes
Tryna give me piece of mind
But all is hope
[Chorus - Anthony Lucius]
When its popular to hate, they will
When you cool to love, they will
When they need a pawn, they will
OMG you real
OMG its real