(verse 1) – b.ware

Back for the first time, most of y’all niggas ain’t never heard mine
words, lines – cocaína, never
compositions of scarlet letters… arbitrarily better
my cocky doodles do wake up roosters with records
who could be this selective? Fuse the sacred and secular
fuck officials elected, cuh-cuz they don’t want the best for ya
nothing can be expected, nuh-unh, kill the courageous messenger
the people’s favorite Black patriot, the Medgar
they grew up segregated, gated in neighborhoods
thanks to civil rights leaders not thinkin’ bout the greater good
brain food caterer, clean ya plate up, take more to go
closed minds don’t get fed, open ya temporal lobe
temperature cold, tempuras the goal
timpani for dramatics and Tim Burton on the pay roll
mold the schematics like it’s play-doh
this for my niggas I grew up with out in Clay Co.

(hook 1) – b.ware

yo! The plot thickens! (think) the sand quicken! (sink)
the tape skippin! Now niggas can’t listen!
the whole hood terrified! They say he crazy…
but never that he tellin’ lies!

(verse 2) – b.ware

niggas wanna fit in…
I just wanted to roll like Hawaiian bread, you can tell that I been fed
by scholars and the dope mane, like a lion head
Detroit Red was brainwashed, he said, with lye in head
perms lie in heads… some are flat iron pressed
niggas ask am I impressed, I’m like for real?
I like my girl natural, curly naps in heels
…word to Lauryn and peace to Wale Folarin
attention deficits and pessimists, I gotta exorcist
but, Emily Rose flippin, I’m all about deliverance
the bout is mental fitness, see Book of Job
witness to winos and hoes, bros in prison
collegiate niggas with degrees and back-fees to Sallie
Mae, he spark a rally, take a head tally, ooh!
them chickens flew the coup, they knew he wasn’t a spook
who slept by the door, schemin’ on not being poor
made up y’all beds but you fools choose to sleep on the flow
and, oh!

(hook 1) – b.ware

(verse 3) – b.ware

see, my habit of the heart was smart, built me an ark
to sail to safety while watching the world fall apart
just me and my skylark, her heart was Black as tar
therefore she held a passion for my art
the Lois to my Clark—the sun gave me my spark
and when it fell dark, that was when hell would start
we were old as time, yet separated in parts
took vows to reunite in the future if we could beat Lucifer
true enough as it was, the two of us were in Love
but neither would budge, compromise, commit to us
to trust, clutches on a grudge, both out of touch
so recalibration is needed if we can be posturepedic
carnage, Kasady Cletus, bitch and not my venus
all stemming from what they teach us and they teach our teachers
and the TV screens feed us, since we were fetuses
but the fire-floods coming, baby, do it for our kids!

(hook 1) – b.ware

(hook 2) – b.ware

the plot thickens, I got them smitten
the tape rippin’, now niggas wanna listen
we got them devils terrified, they goin’ crazy!
the truth killin’ all the lies!

(verse 4) – b.ware

land… free… plan… flee…
trust… deceit… sellout, no receipt
ghetto… leave… no, stay… plant ya seed
rebuild our families… make our own peace
God… Allah… the difference? You decide
pray, see the lies… Black man, reclaim ya bride
sons… grow… learn… know…
faith… lose it? Live like a coward, stupid
Love… respect.. no fears, no regrets
compassion—the test, pass it my people we’re next
church… mosque… unify, take ya cross
submit… fully… the devil will never fool me
Elijah… Malcolm… Louis… how come
Black scholars and leader hide them, well fuck y’all, I found them
tape… cut… develop… us
expand… mission… the plot… thickens