Earth Day N Tha Hood

[Intro]
Weeklys came back early 'cause it was Earth Day
Mother Nature's birthday
But environmental racism is hurtin' the hood in the worst way, yo
My Brother Dizz made this
Hold up

[Verse]
Give us a chance, quit buildin' them chemical plants
We don't want that smoke, here's a list of demands
Fix Flint's water, take a Michigan stance
Picture gettin' your hands wet and poison sit in your glands
Givin' us autism, empathy's missin', and ADHD, teachers can't get me to listen
A low test score is a penitentiary visit, 'cause they buildin' a pipeline from elementary to prison
It's all facts, if you care to dispute it, told to me to reach for the sky, but the air was polluted
Now I get it from the mud, but the soil's contaminated
So the fruits of my labor are hard to share when I'm rooted, ya dig?
Climate change is real, you can't ignore the vibe
You in the beach house ballin', you can't ignore the tide
That ain't where the poor reside by 2045
Just keep your eyes on the shore, because it's sure to rise (Right)
You better retreat for some cover, karma for dumpin' your toxic waste on people of color
Faucets of dirty water, might as well drink from the gutter
Politicians lyin' to us, thinkin' they speakin' to suckers
We talkin', they ain't heard us yet
Cold dust from the train tracks causin' birth defects
Make you wrap your hands around they throat like a turtleneck
Humans are the cancer that the earth detects
So what's next? We on the verge of ex-tinction
Bob your head as that sinks in
My sink bin is blacker than my ink pen
They do it for the cash money, they chemicals give me asthma
I'm feelin' a lil' weezy when I breathe in
What's crackin', homie? Nah, "What's frackin'?"
Extractin' oil from rocks and the profit stackin'
The oil spillin' the soil, your vegetables are blackened
The rich eat the poor, then wipe they mouth with a napkin
But you don't like me conscious rappin', right?

[Outro]
You want some jewels, homie (Haha)
Yo, shout out Doctor Bruce, what's hatnin'?
Yeah, shout out Brooke and Joseph in Tennessee
Adam J. Cook, ayo, what up, King Destro? Yeah
Bark at ya
You know the rest