Pinned to the Cross

[Intro: Rick Ross]
I said, young black men (808 Mafia)
You're now living in a state of public emergency
Middle class and poor people being targeted every day dealing with so much hostility
Negative socialism
I refuse to be petrified
And there's no mercy for the rivals
They want the rich niggas to live in total silence, exile
Flee the country, more assassinations
Let's go

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
When you're forced to be fearless, strangers consider you careless
Detrimental to my upbringing, I felt so abandoned
I was lost in confusion, therefore had nothing to lose
Now I'm running the rack and nigga got cut from the noose
I just wanna be free, another black man on the run
We was pinned to the cross since I birthed under the sun
Ain't no hate in my heart, I've adapted to rage
Step off the stage, pussy nigga right back in the cage
Now we burning the streets, Christ to the cross
Our position is blatant (Blatant), rightfully lost
Let's empower the people, no need for signin' petitions
Thieves and Revelations, scriptures keep on blinding these Christians
I'm in search of the truth (Truth), we each have a flaw (Flaw)
Soon as Dre hit the roof, she filed for divorce
Van Jones go get a broom, never making no laws
Terry Crews is another coon who was basically bought

[Chorus: Finn Matthews]
Some say my eyes are like brown diamonds buried in the snow
But I see pain, we have in common, it's not all beautiful
So if I cry and these brown diamonds wash along the shore
It's 'cause I know the shit you've been through and you made it beautiful
You made it (Made it, made it, made it)
You made it beautiful
You made it (Made it, made it)
Made it beautiful

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Racists killing for cotton, niggas fighting for honor
In the South you're forgotten, call my city the bottom
Kilos get to deposits, living like it's the lotto
This my moment of glory, grandiose is the dollar
Always postin' your sneakers, you're the one that they follow
I'm a born to be leader, such a collection of knowledge
Are we dead or alive? Unforgettable highs
Know the Lord lookin' down, for the day that we rise
Got my pistols all on me, niggas my Christopher us homie
Black on black issues over principles peep your opponent
Who got the most money? Well, that's yet to be seen
'Cause I'm still counting mine, such an incredible thing
In seek of true wealth, great example for niggas
You decide it yourself, I considered it business
We still in the trenches, where they made us relentless
Where the reward is little, but the hate is tremendous

[Chorus: Finn Matthews]
Some say my eyes are like brown diamonds buried in the snow
But I see pain, we have in common, it's not all beautiful
So if I cry and these brown diamonds wash along the shore
It's 'cause I know the shit you've been through and you made it beautiful
You made it (Made it, made it, made it)
You made it beautiful
You made it (Made it, made it)
Made it beautiful

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Now I'm in the McLaren, still racin' them commas
I'm watchin' for Karen, she watchin' bird watchers
Still I wish her the best, Ray Charles in the flesh
Pavarotti to some, Quincy Jones to the rest
Muddy Waters to marble, set my city aflame
Turn my back on the mere fact that they would rattle my cage
I don't wanna argue, but I wanted a raise
Got me pinned to the cross, as the sinners will wave
Such a body of work, my debut was a classic
HOV gave me a verse, so that kept it attractive
My whole crew was submerged, DEA wanted the address
Make a play with a pussy, with a few mill' in a mattress
My life needed a balance, didn't come for the status
But my mother responsible, she raised me so lavish
Look, son, you're a king, were the words she recited
And they kept me excited 'til the day I'm indicted