I had my pride, had a head full of doubts and my 9.
Said, I'm so tired of being held down because of this pigment of mine.
So I rolled into the Corner store and pulled out my
blade, Sri Lanka's tears will pay for the reckless sins that he has made.
Sweaty palms. Beating hearts,
a lifetime of choices I have made,
Never said that I was righteous,
never said that I was saved.
My only way to kill contrition is to make sure I'm
getting paid. Gonna pull the trigger of this gun,
and hear his children say.

*Now he's gone... now he's gone*

Baby don't worry,
I'll be back dear,
Back where I remember,
Gotta do my time.

Momma don't worry,
I ain't got fear,
I'm only bleeding,
I'll be fine

You never will be hard as me