Good Trouble

What if the Black People Had White power Stripped your pride naked And rapped you by the dollar Did everything in our power To make ya soul sour Then turn around and sell ya Gans To the highest buyer Destroy your manhood Putting you through the wire Burnin down what you own Setting ya dreams on fire We missed a few screws But we coming with pliers Yes you might be lighter But that doesn't make you brighter And if this ain't the truth Donald Trump's not a liar Now his Dogs moving Hot I ain't talking Oskar Myers What if you did the slaving What if you did the hanging What if we used force And made y'all eat up the pavement What if we made the rules What if we did the paying Being Black is a Canvas Man what if you were the painting I know this topic is deep But really man I'm just sayin It's really all we been asking The answers y'all keep delaying WHY 400 years without justice Now we not playing Way before Meek came Man we been chasing Somethin like grace Being Black is so amazin The good finish last And all we ever had was patience Took up every stain Like a mafuckin apron If PAC asked in 98 Why ain't it been no changes Instead of giving back Y'all always found the joy in taking It's still blood on every leave We bout to get to raking! NAH We not having it Feeling like Colin Bout to cap a Nick Always call the law After starting shit Knee on us Now we can't even kick No weapon But they got the right to Frisk Body cam off They gon blame a glitch Tear us all apart Then they start to Stitch And they always shoot their shot They don't never miss It's Vets in the game Who ain't addressing this So It's my duty To step for this All I'm tryna do Is correct this shit If I don't ask you one thing Imma ask you this What if the Black People Had White power Stripped your pride naked And rapped you by the dollar Did everything in our power To make ya soul sour Then turn around & sell ya Gans To the highest buyer What if the Black People Had White power Stripped your pride naked And rapped you by the dollar Did everything in our power To make ya soul sour Then turn around & sell ya Gans To the highest buyer