Afrikan Amerikan
Alexander Anderson:
Feeling desperate due to the color of my skin
A misfit, rebel to social conditioning
They say it's some crazy times that we livin' in
Did civil rights just end or did it just begin?
Do we call it a win, when other people die?
Are you happy when bombs fall from the sky?
Who's the last one to go, is it you or I?
Should we put down the guns or let God decide?
Do I bother to try and convince you?
Or go independent do it like Prince do?
I have more important matters to tend to
Like smoke this weed with refugees
If I please, I may we must not obey
The commands of the DEA, but still I pray
We find a way to cut loose the noose
Of my brothers, hanging for the truth

No matter what we do
Places that we've been
To some we'll always be
Afrikan Amerikan
No matter what we do
Places that we've been
To some we'll always be
Afrikan Amerikan
A subject to police interrogation
A criminal in the eyes of a white nation
Deep down connected to all of creation
But most people can't see past their limitations
So I grow impatient, with the bitter truth
Feeling flagrant, occupy the youth
Mind vacant, I step up in the booth
But to be fair I need to prepare
My body for the culture shock
Like I teleported to the Jetsons
Straight from Bedrock
Still in a headlock between work and school
Couple gigs on the side but I start to lose my cool
Feeling like a fool, what is it all for?
Gave everything I have and still they want more?
Some people actin' like a nigga ain't shit till the
Song is a Billboard hit how am I supposed to feel?

No matter what we do
Places that we've been
To some we'll always be
Afrikan Amerikan
No matter what we do
Places that we've been
To some we'll always be
Afrikan Amerikan
YoungCTheGreat:
Call me Toby man I'm livin' it
They addicted to silence are you hearing it?
Feelings to get split when you really mixed
These blocks we on were the pyramid
Living every day like it's my last
Pops told me work hard gotta be the best
Being who you are in this life is a death sentence
The world living up to the hype, that the news givin'
The recipe they cookin' up, ain't in God's kitchen
Look at what was written
Personality transparent the only thing they see is pigment
But inside what's the difference?
This the world my mama told me about
From the concrete man a rose is sprout
So tell moses he can part the Red Sea as long as
He puts it back and segregation ain't breed

No matter what we do
Places that we've been
To some we'll always be
Afrikan Amerikan
No matter what we do
Places that we've been
To some we'll always be
Afrikan Amerikan
No matter what we do
Places that we've been
To some we'll always be
Afrikan Amerikan
No matter what we do
Places that we've been
To some we'll always be
Afrikan Amerikan