This is a song about "Jelani gordon martin"

Now cook me a meal, gordon

Bet i get like 8 of them

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

Racial divisions is contradicting martin luther's vision

We're like martin and gina

I try to tell them i'm one of the

I set free like martin, the key to the lock

Forever hop cause it don't stop... on my block

The truth, with martin luther king at the cemetery,

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

These days we praise martin

So keep fronting till my peeps come

The dream of martin luther king can be put on hold

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

And i am one of one

Dexterity size of martin