This is a song about "Black lives"

We kung-fu that jack black/

Make the fingers snap

And sharpen your knives and keep ruining lives

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Black as black like the blacktop/

Uh, you gotta get in line, hop

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

For putting hands on my mother and destroying our lives,

Their lives are similar to yours

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Abusing life only to change lives

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence

Living lives i wish i had

Bring that shit the fuck back

Was so that lids could not open for our lives

Before i lay down, i thank god for the blessings