Fences

[Verse 1]
My people's tears fall on the inside, but y'all don't know that
Or they don't fall at all, traumatized from all the toe tags
But you know how I feel, you know 'bout the fear
You know how if I get pulled over, I grab the wheel
How I'm starin' at the roof, and prayin' "God, can I live?
Don't let this cop be the reason i push up daffodils."
Terrace Crutcher, Tamir Rice, and Philando Castile
They say we violent, but we die on camera as pacifists
Bit my tongue so daggone long, might need it sown back on
I wanna talk about the truth, they tell me hold that thought
But not no mo, cause I've had it to my throat
Tryna get in bag (yeah), back into my zone
Someone get God on the phone
Tell him I'm tryna come home
Why we can't just get along?
Tell me what we doin' wrong
Why we all alone in our own thoughts, i gotta know
N if you feelin' how I'm feelin', please feel free to sing along

[Hook]
(I) wanted a white picket fence around my home
Got physically rich, but spiritually broke
Sorry we don't walk or talk the way they thought we should
That wasn't top priority while we were starvin' in the hood
My picket fence is black, and its lit
We sittin' in the back, and its lit
They photocopy all our swag, cause its lit
My picket fence is black, and it's, lit

[Verse 2]
(You) Can't walk a mile in my shoes, but homie you'll get your turn
I was made fearfully and wonderfully from dust of the earth
Ya live and ya learn
Don't regret none of the bridges I burned
I will admit them cold shoulders had me feelin' the worst
They spit in my food, I'm still eatin' asking "What's for dessert?"
Wanna kick me to the curb, or see me in a hearse
When we in trouble, I see little empathy or concern
The Most High’s with me so none of that really gets me discouraged
I'm not perfect
I'm still growin', I'm still learnin'
Grown enough to know not to blame it on the serpent
These bars straight from Georgia, Habeous Corpus (yeah)
Here we go, Let's switch the flow
Different strokes for different folks
We rock pyramids and gold, but we not Egyptian though
We the children of the book, not fictional, it's Biblical
The battle's spiritual not physical in case you didn't know
Came from nothin' so we sell our souls, just so our wrist will glow
Only to be photogenic, pose for them pictures bro
Hit a pose, like hit them folks, or hit ya illest prison pose
400 years, and the clock still tickin', Exodus is gettin' close

[Hook]
(I) wanted a white picket fence around my home
Got physically rich, but spiritually broke
Sorry we don't walk or talk the way they thought we should
That wasn't top priority while we were starvin' in the hood
My picket fence is black, and its lit
We sittin' in the back, and its lit
They photocopy all our swag, cause its lit
My picket fence is black, and it's, lit