(Intro) My mind and soul Have felt like this Since love between us No more exist (Verse 1) This my song to the most high, who created all life on earth Like the birds that fly, the sweet air we breathe All plants and trees, the sun, and every planet in the galaxy Yo, they feeding us bullsh** with all these books We didn't ask to be here we got took Enslaved, and k**ed, we was raped and hung We was lied to, and forced to build America Robbed of our technology, and knowledge of self The Black man, is the original man of this earth We can live under the sun, it give us strength The White man gets sun burn, and cancer of the skin I got a lot of white friends, I'm not a racist I acknowledge the most high, I'm not an atheist I just tell see through the bullsh**, and speak my mind They terrified of my words, so they censor my rhymes Good lord, I'm crying out to you Have mercy on the slave masters souls that did us dirty They don't give a f** about they own poor white trash Just imagine how they feel about my black a** f** Christopher Columbus, the Indians was here first And f** the Vatican, the pyramids is older Shot off the nose and lips of our statues Mad it was black faces, staring 'Back at you' We even built pyramids on Mars, they won't tell us about that Cause then we'd realize who we are When I wrote 'Pearly Gates', they said I hated God So I wrote this song the creator, the all (Hook) My world is empty without you baby (without you) My world is empty without you baby (without you) My world is empty without you baby (without you) My world is empty without you baby (without you) (Verse 2) This my song for the Almighty, the first and the last Your bloodline is alive and healthy These people don't scare us They call us n******gs so much, we wear it It's like a reminder don't forget it It's no forgiving, the evils that got the whole world possessed Under the spell, of the mighty green dollar bill Got us running 'round shooting people up, beating people up Sticking people up, selling people d** Genocide, suicide, homicide, murder These are the things that we see being brought up In cartoons, movies, and history books We go outside, and it's the real Gunsmoke Lil' n***as in the hood got car bomb burners, fifty-two shot banana clips Lil' devil kids getting locked up for life, and do it on purpose We fearless, and numb to the pain and the hurting... Lord! (Hook) My world is empty without you baby (without you) My world is empty without you baby (without you) My world is empty without you baby (without you) My world is empty without you baby (without you)