Golden feathers fired the pottery, The day I started writing I hit the lottery My fathers name was , cut in half by the the government So my persona was like fuck the law, Cold hearted crooked , just look at Natives life’s, black life’s matter Let’s get creat an alliance and gather I would love to see the dreams of the oposing shatter Pump ya fist, middle finger to the ops Pull me over I blow the lisp , fo real out ya fucken speak This shit is deeper then deep I believe in god but you crooked moths fuckas sow what u reap, A badge don’t mean shit when u can’t find it Lapel cam can’t fuckin rewind it Open our like Martin Luther king spoke about it Just like aim in my fathers reservation Spoke about it The time has come to be all about it , All of my colors of gods race let’s stand together For the hard ship we face, One day we can all walk in grace, Not walk in the rat race, So god bless what holy matrimony, I wanna go ham, And slam dunk , Touch down , i Laid the ace Here comes warriors Road rage Since first grade Turn hustle my first stash On earth day