Sins

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, yeah

[Chorus]
Poorly planned for chaotically conceived
Born black into this world, made it hard for me to breathe Worshipping false gods had me down on my knees
'Til I found liberation, now a nigga finally free
Poorly planned for chaotically conceived
Born black into this world, made it hard for me to breathe Worshipping false gods had me down on my knees
'Til I found liberation, now a nigga finally free, peep...

[Verse 1]
Uh, no, this ain't molly Percocet
Let that resonate and hit you in your chest
Uh, my nigga, I ain't like the rest
Strictly headshots, so why your rock a vest?
I'm the modern-day Huey Marcus and Malcolm X
Hard to know who we is without our information
See the look on they faces I know they passive racist
Daddy left my momma he was lacking dedication
Born into this world I ain't ask for this
Addicted to the pain like a masochist
You niggas lost looking for some ass to kiss
Found freedom now I’m looking for some ass to kick
Something just ain’t right about this crazy world
I'm meditating and elevating with baby girl
They say I ain't got no rights because I'm black, or do I?
Original man, bitch, I'm strong as Kunta
Illuminati want my soul and my body
Took the shackles off my brain and loaded up my shotty
Illuminati want my soul and my body
But I took the shackles off my brain and loaded up my shotty

[Chorus]
Poorly planned for chaotically conceived
Born black into this world, made it hard for me to breathe Worshipping false gods had me down on my knees
'Til I found liberation, now a nigga finally free, peep...

[Verse 2]
My nigga robbing 'cause the drought got the work high
Stomach hurting, pockets hurting, how he gon' survive?
School brainwash our mind, how we 'post to strive?
A nigga take your dog from you, then you 'pose to ride
Street code not no stranger to a homicide
My Role models all dead or they doing time
From a city where they glorify the life of Crime
The same nigga that did the crime rat to cut his time
Food stamps and Wick vouchers, beans in the can
Lights off, rent late, but you don't understand
That's what got me clutching on this package in my hand
If yeen bringing paper home, my nigga, then you ain't a man
For a band, a nigga'll kill you right where you stand
Small advance but now my nigga got the upper hand
I'm sipping tea out in London while I ride the Tran
Look at what I overcame, now take a look at where I stand