Ares

[Verse 1]
My heart died last night
As the sun came up
But the tears didn't dry
No my pain swelled up
For the first time I felt afraid
Like where has this world gone down
For the first time I felt a slave
It's like my souls goin drown
Am I only three fifths a man
I thought that God had a plan
Mister don't raise up your hand
I promise I'll listen to you Master Sam
But what about your liberty
What happened to your justice
And what's up with this system
Sorry that I sound so redundant but

[Hook]
We don’t get charged for the same things
We don’t get charged for the same things
We don’t get charged for the same things
I guess one nation under God is a white thing
We don’t get charged for the same things
We don’t get charged for the same things
We don’t get charged for the same things
I guess one nation under God is a white thing

[Verse 2]
Block got shot up the Church sit by
Pour more liquor to try and get by
Ease my pain take my rights
But I hope I haunt you
You preach Jesus but you praise Baal
Mass incarceration can’t afford Baal
We lived and we learned crosses you burned
But shooting back is what I won’t do
Am I pet or a threat
I play real good you hit me with checks
I take a knee and then you come at my neck
Well no disrespect I've been kneeling since the day that we met
Emancipated but we're Not done yet
I was made in his image
I didn't come from Harambe
You say all violent
But we've been killed for three centuries
You say we all riot
But Martin marched fake the least of these
I'm done being quiet it's time we let the whole nation sing
Gods people sing

[Hook]
We don’t get charged for the same things
We don’t get charged for the same things
We don’t get charged for the same things
I guess one nation under God is a white thing
We don’t get charged for the same things
We don’t get charged for the same things
We don’t get charged for the same things
I guess one nation under God is a white thing

[Verse 3]
Inner city cotton picken’ butt kissing monkeys straight from the jungle
Bout to speak the whole truth but they'd probably end up putting me in a muzzle
So before they get me like Bruce Lee, MLK, and Mike Jack
Lemme speak my peace before they use their peace and say I tried to fight back
Everybody on my back
Mom say I never call back
I guess the curse of Ham make us beat our wives and gets us extra extra violent
I guess that's just our story
Probably see me on Maury
Is the picture that they paint
The black American story