Black Reconstruction

[Intro: Lecrae]
Do you know that the people in the Bible are Black? (Woah, huh)

[Verse 1: Lecrae]
"Black this, Black that, Black every day (Every day)
Why it's always about race wit' you anyway? (Uh-huh)
I used to love it when you only preached the gospel (Uh)
Now you just a Marxist social gospel apostle!" Wait
Ha, before I enter this debate (Hahahaha)
Let me serve my family who been patiently at bay (Yeah)
You are not the product of a slave manipulation
Your Messiah reached the nations before they came and enslaved us (It's not a white man's religion, woo)
Now, I don't worship my skin color, we called Black (Black)
It's a construct created to hold humanity back (True)
But, it's still intact so I use it when I refer to it (Yeah)
It's convoluted, but I know people can learn through it (Yeah)
It's hard for white Americans to see the culture (Mm-hmm)
'Cause they don't understand bein' colorblind is repulsive
The color construct was created, we segregated
Came out with our own culture, they never investigated (Teach)
Some would appropriate it, say, "Man, that's cool" (Man, that's cool)
How did Black girls get they hips to move so smooth? (Wow)
How these Black dudes get they hair to lock like tombs? (Hmm)
Colorblind folks can't appreciate your hues (Uh-huh)
But we got receipts and evidence, they peddlin' the melanin
They sellin' it just like in antebellum Confederate (Woo)
They tellin' us we better off settlin' for a settlement
A BLM statement from corporate is so embarrassin' (Woo)
We all know you ain't gonna change the structure and lead us
Elitists, once you join 'em, you never ever gon' beat 'em (Uh)
And white supremacy ain't just a bunch of Klan members
Think about all of these sports team owners to help you get it (Wow)

[Verse 2: Propaganda]
Yeah
We suffer from a foundational lie (Yeah), cornerstone premise (Uh-huh)
White future matter more than all of ours, isn't it? (Isn't it?)
Japanese internment, black and brown imprisonment
Searchin' all over for answers except the lyricist
Them apples ain't too bad (Woo), they a product of the tree (Tree)
And the numbers keep soarin' until we scorch the orchard
Straight up, you don't think I know that race is made up?
It's so our national borders and money (Woo) avoid us
Straight up (Woo), I know culture's a figment
Or real as our pigment and the treatment it gets us
Our pressure could bend us, endurin' the system
Attacked at every angle, but it failed to end us
Man, y'all could take (Woo) deep sips of the nectar of the broken necks
But that's the key ingredient in style and finesse
We'll always have more, 'cause we live with less
And plant-based medicine helps with stress (Woo)
My religion from the Sinai Peninsula
Wide-eyed, almond-shaped, melanated face, bruh
Buildin' with the Kemets, 'Crae finally found freedom, bruh
When he stopped tryna make everybody comfortable (Woo)
We all believe in somethin' that gives our soul structure (Uh-huh)
Strong sense of self when nobody else loved ya (Uh-huh)
We call y'all fragile 'cause you don't know how to suffer
Thrown off your saddles at the smallest of wind gusts, bruh

[Verse 3: Sho Baraka]
Supreme Yehu
My feet are Alvin Ailey, my pen is Alex Haley (Facts)
My skills are Dawn Staley, my tongue is Moms Mabley (Facts)
If they call us apes, it's 'cause our legacy's bananas
The only way you supreme is if you singin' with Diana (Heh, woo)
My faith is Chenot, Cyprian, King Asana (True)
Change your library, I'm done readin' all the trauma, heh (True)
Protect your mind, I don't listen with stupid speech (Shut up)
I'm too busy deliverin' soul food like Uber Eats (Woo)
For those saints who been stressin', here's my thesis
It takes more faith to believe in a white Jesus, huh
You tellin' me this is the man from Palestine?
It ain't about race, but you keep movin' the finish line (Woo)
We were enslaved, but sang praise for resistance (Yeah)
Beaten, broken and bruised, but we're still bearin' witness (Yeah)
Centuries of pain and still offer forgiveness (Yeah)
Think for a second, who sounds more Christian?
If all you read are Puritans, your critiques are empty (Woo)
Chill, baby boy, Karl Marx didn't send me (Not at all)
My daily meditations are historical invitations (Yeah)
Biblical revelations, Carter G. education (Speak)
Tubman conversations, Lula Belle is in my basement (Woo)
Flyin' with Bessie Coleman, sippin' tea with Athanasius
Ida B. lamentations in my library rotations
I'm takin' no calls, I'm havin' meetings with greatness