it's in your hands because I gave it to you
to keep not to hold on to so do what you
finna do I already know what I'm gone do
fix it like you supposed too many counting
on you but will you come through for those
who put all their trust in you or will you do what
the rest do let down those looking up to you
if you can't handle it I'll take it back throw it
in the trash with the rest but first I'm pealing
off my address don't need no unannounced
knocks on my door for speaking my mind
it's not the time to settle for less it's time to
press down and not let up address subjects
not get interrupted by smoke screens pot
liquor is the best part of a pot of greens
drinking green seeing green feeling green
a lot of heart in the time of spiritual attack
no trust detach keeping it lit eyes wide
open in case the grid gets hit and goes down
can't go out of town can't talk on the
phone can't go online can't cook my food
can't see out side can't reach my kin
can't see my kids like sitting ducks
during hunting season can't sit around
waiting on a savior whose suppose to
be coming back to destroy had enough
of that preaching and teaching reaching
and reaching in a place where I can't
find my face in a place where people
hate my face and faces that look like
my face and don't know me offended
because I step up to defend this race
that has always been strange fruit and
bruised fruit lying on the ground yes
I'm talking to you what you gone do