Nigga Won’t Reach Mars

What they want with us on the red rock?
They don't want. They don't want. They don't. What they want with us on the red rock?
They don't want. They don't want

Bluford not my name
I'm not in the gang, wasn't on the space mission Closer to MeNair, they prolly let me float, prolly let me go missing
Laws don't serve me here, so
What is gonna change in another light system? My skin get in the way, yeah
Of my liberty anyway

Space is not the place, no
Interstellar chains, that's all I can envision
I’d rather plant my feet wherе
I can feel the rain, Hope they fly that's good riddancе
My soul cannot escape, no
This is by design, All we find are new prisons
So pardon my dismay
I can't afford my seat anyway