The Price


Melanin prices rising
Black lives dying
There's no coincidence
It makes perfect sense
Big business
Makes dollar and cents
Off of the skin
I am in
The blurred lines are thin
They killing my kin
While people worried about
Kyrie with the win
The moonlight hits
The more I get
Frustrated
Christ conscious
Just wakened
Lost souls steady waiting
On the one
Who can illuminate the truth
With 100%
Proof to the youth
Or any other lost group
That's drowning in the political soup
360 Degrees I'm on a constant loop
But here's the dirty scoop
They want us to be proud troops
Praise allegiance to demons
That stole some regions
I'm considered a heathen
For talking about their doomed legion
But
If our price isn't right
Do we call on Christ
Or do we dim the lights and call it a night

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