Look at the screen it reminds me of dreams
Speaking of motivation I cry nights
Because the new dream is sipping the lean
Now I fight for my cultures living rights

Racism and Discrimination stop
Should have ended when the clock hit 20
Gun pops and body drops all need to flop
Beating hearts and crimson music plenty

The intersection of cartilage cross
Walking on the red brick road like Dorthy
He lay there on the cross we now pray lost
What to believe in, who says you’re worthy

When I'm laying in my bed tear drops shed
Just get inspired by those who are dead