they want me to change but some things just can't be rewritten
authentic like this book i hold in palm
the percentage of my niggas that's gone
and all my niggas that's home
hold your head and stay strong
what's hatnin' in the white house got my black thoughts runnin'
deeply rooted in this evil
i'm tryna crop out somethin'
and plant these good seeds of mine
why my people dyin' on vine
likes and retweets don't help in hands
they don't serve no purpose
government at the service
we out here livin' worthless
they want me to change but some things just can't be rewritten
authentic like this book i hold in palm
they tryna crucify me for my originality
they say a man's worth depends on salary
but what's money but selfish ways and no one's proud of me
got fat pockets and high calories
i be fightin' all these jinns
they be knifin' at my skin
i rose from the ghetto without a thorn in my stem
i'm written and unbothered
completely who i'm 'posed to be
comfortable in my own skin
someone who control this dream
and broke free of every iron hand that had a hold on me
they want me to change but some things just can't be rewritten
authentic like this book i hold in palm