[Verse] (00:00) A broke negro, whatchu know bout the struggles/ African in America, the issues of what we juggle/ Always remember what Umi says/ Always remember that TV and movies play/ A role in the system of control, control system/ Pick a little, live a little, trip a little, grin a little/ Throw that smirk in a bag like the Fabolous riddle/ Hate being a dimple in the vision no one mentions/ Disapproval of a hunch one senses, it's mysterious/ Mind bending the curb like curved bullets/ Meaning these streets curve to the turn that's coming/ So as soon as you hit the end of the block, you're shot/ Now I can say that's the opposite of being wanted, ahh/ Hotter than core of the Sun spurring flares and heat waves/ Shining light on the green-and-blue ball we all live on/ Turning up the temperature on the streets where we play/ Giving energy to solar panels to heat up the tea on the stove/ Whoa! I'm out of this world, I'm out of this orbit/ I'm out of this candy galaxy, yeah the Milky Way/ I'm out of this timeline because everything's distorted/ I'm so beyond you all, I'm ahead 20 years today/ /////////// ////////////////