Standing firm on what I stand on Don’t lay your insecurities on my plans Why you steadily on my heals But you’ve never land Why should I pause my operations again? You watching from the side lines When I gave you a lifeline Y’all too busy talking about each other To really rock with one another When I’m sitting at the table It’s like I’m watching as the demons come out to play Y’all host they ass that low vibrational plane I’m roasting ya ass cuz you questioning me again But idolizing not comprehending that your paralyzing your mind body and soul When you vibrate at low Okay girls I think it’s time I go I feel the energy shift This ain’t how I roll Im here to elevate Not wait for when it’s too late Blame it all on fate How I never reached havens gate How you playing with your demons with no shame? I think it’s time I stay in my own lane These people ain’t trying to learn About the things that got them mentally chained The education sets them up for rehabilitation Only to realize this is not their nation Ain’t trying to solve any issues Just paint a pretty picture Don’t tell me how it at affects you Just fall in line in listen To the lies that they reposition the mission History rewritten People going missing Romanticizing the theft Blood shed of this nation Under God for which we all Yet never represented Never on a seat That’s why we make songs To help reach and speak On the current past and future Something that shouldn’t bother you If you don’t want to be apart of it That’s fine set it aside from you But don’t try to destroy what you don’t understand I’m a human too I deserve to know who I am How is that offending you? Me claiming I’m not a color Don’t make this about you My history is literally missing Got these fake pretendians pretending If claim you indigenous How you just gonna watch this wickedness Afraid to arm yourself with the truth Bc then big money won’t be coming back to you I find it funny how every body thinks this is cool Calling my people slaves Like they weren’t enslaved Let’s talk about the Casta system How about to Pequot War? Stay wanting to talk about slaves But moves out the way when I’m creating these waves My people been here battling for their land Tell lies, separate from class, Fighting each war only to be stripped Like some whore Man let me stop and just close the door They all lost in the sauce and it doesn’t even go with the dish Don’t mind me cooking baby never claimed to be a chef Just know this shit ain’t making no sense How you offended man What feelings do you have next?