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[Intro: Nina Simone]
I think what you’re trying to ask is why am I so insistent?
Upon giving out to them that blackness that black power
That black pushing them to identify with black culture
I think that’s what you’re asking I have no choice over it

[Verse 1: King Blitz]
They ain't giving me no choices growing up I seen the marriage and divorces (Yeah)
Only option was a dream and endorsments
But too strong got me out here hearing voices
Man it got me in my mind got me thinking blind
'Cause if I ain't in my grind then I'm facing time
I wish my life was like a movie I can press with one
And every shooting through the blinds
Can't even no one see look this where [?] crazy
Shedding tears and feel well maybe that's why I live on the daily
Tryna making it look gravy my color cannot escape me
Ain't no time for being lazy can't let no bullet replace me

[Chorus: King Blitz]
You gotta want more (Uh) ain't nothing in this life coming easy
Hard to think about myself and people who need me
How they represent my culture and the TV?
We gotta want more (Uh) keep a chain to the fame and the money
Money 'bout my rules demons haunt me
Got me feelin like nobody really want me (Uh)

[Verse 2: King Blitz]
I grew up as a shy nigga G-I- nigga grew up then I got high with 'em
They got fly with 'em don't stress 'bout pow 'em
Vibe with 'em fuck with me I'll be strapped with 'em or cut ties with 'em
Uh I think it's shady how your friends turn put so much trust into your childhood
Taking a learn let your kids think for theyself and not manding a return
You get the ones who feel inside or not willing to earn
Hate don't matter how we go 'cause I'm the one they get it done
Now with my kids sounding in my crib look like Run South
Where my kids run and make a 'mil at the same time tryna make a 'mil