America

Peace to the ancestors Yes Peace to Dr. Cornel West Yes Peace to The Movement Yes We came from the bottom Ever since they got us We've been going through these problems 400 years behind and there's no promise That we could ever actually be equal, to be honest It's messed up how they put us in chains Kidnapped our language and changed our names But when we speak ebonics then they call it a shame They leave us with a couple options: Rob us, slang Now we locked up again How much can our skin take We went from slaves to inmates Carrying the weight of the 50 states Working your farms Black nannies carrying white babies in their arms Black men sacrificed their lives in your wars But you don't ever show appreciation here at home You treat us so damn wrong You act like you hate my race The police, they just beat in the streets, like a 808 base America, when will you defend my case? You never will 'cuz your freedom is fake I'm only living here 'cuz I wanna get paid Enough to round up all my family and shake Get up, get up Get up, get up Get up, get up Get up, get up They done torn... (incomplete, I'm having trouble with the transcription)