Pray that all is forgotten Lay to rest Bury the dead Tomorrow seems to turn so fast Alone in the boiler meltin' me down Ain't the first, won't be the last So many people all at once Who I once was has died Never feel the ills of breakin' down

Black roses on the ground Empty bottles on the table Silhouettes of people dancing To an unfamiliar sound Hello stranger Can I call you a friend? My friend, I'm going down With empty bottles on the table Wake up in the morning feeling like I'm not awake

We were born and raised in black and white The wind blows hard across the Texas planes Makes some people go insane While others quietly pray for rain That's where we came from Two boys playing in the burning sun One with books, one with guns Mama calls

Some kind of monster Are we the people? This is the voice of silence no more We the people This monster lives This is the cloud that swallows trust This is the black that uncolors us

Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye! Thank God that a nigga seen another day Got a chopper and a bottle fuck it let 'em spray Get my people out them chains nigga I mean handcuffs, time to man up Put my hands up? Fuck you sayin' bruh 'Cause I'm a black man, in a

Train arrive, it's sixteen coaches long Well, that long black train take my baby and gone Mystery train, rollin' down the track Train, train, rollin' 'round the bend Well, it took my baby, people it won't be coming back Well, it took my baby, people it

Now people say I'm jinxed I got some kind of voodoo hex Life is so complex There's no telling what could happen next Life on the edge, Fuels the sickness in my head It embeds the type of thoughts That got a lot of brothers dead

Dre Skull wey di system do fi ghetto yute? Nothing Wey dem do fi ghetto yute? Nothing Every day another mother bawl We've been suffering from we small But, white people ah bawl Indian people ah bawl Black people ah bawl Chinese people ah bawl

The black freighter Then one night there's a scream in the night There's a ship And the ship "Kill them now, or later?" You people can watch while I'm scrubbing these floors And I'm scrubbin' the floors while you're gawking Maybe once ya tip me and it

We were born and raised in black and white The wind blows hard across the Texas planes Makes some people go insane While others quietly pray for rain That's where we came from Two boys playing in the burning sun One with books, one with guns Mama calls