[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