Broken Rose Window

The church participated vigorously in the underground railroad Former slaves, who would assemble in the borough of Brooklyn, were provided food, clothing, and refuge [Verse 1] Thought I'd be finished in the gutter sooner Every other corner was crack spots Auntie spent a pretty penny Got really skinny from them fat rocks She clocked me at the bus, but never rushed Was touched, just sat, watched Before you air the gun, don't forget where you from Message to the black cops Lie, plot, steal, or drive Hot Wheels Still living in the matchbox When you're bred brown, stay on defense Head down till the tax stops These are dark back blocks, shortie How I wore these mismatched socks Still avoid chocolate sprinkles Looks too similar to what the rat drops Man, they condemned his home To get the only coat he owned he broke the padlocks Few prostitutes on this toxic route Late night, this where your dad shops Not to complicate I'm what you get when consummating: "Slick cat" and "bad fox" In beef, kept calm speech 'til in arm reach, then the jab pops [Hook] Said it adamant: was never having it We the have-nots [Verse 2] Praise the Lord, born wretched Crazy, long-drawn epic Made the boy a sworn-skeptic Phrase is poised on record (We the have-nots) All I heard was "No, can't have that" "Put it back", "next time" Shit was often insufficient portion Not until it call for less dime Feel it's true, they wanna kill a few And keep the rest blind Was tough, so jumped on fire trucks Hoping higher-ups bless mine I share the story and effects Was vexed, swore that we was hexed The cost of living in this awful prison Never afforded me the rest From stock that's poor, as you saw There's a lot to endure to see success Afraid there's only scenes of failure in my trailer Just wanted to be the best This road long and arduous Either froze or exposed a stronger part of us From a section where weapons Is definitely etched into closing arguments In these dirty seeds Can't see who's supposed to be here guarding us This is more like a death sentence If the intention was to harden us Too young, having a starving lust All it did was make it hard to trust Been doomed to hatred Human nature ain't changing Hope the Gods adjust [Hook] Said it adamant: was never having it We the have-nots Said it adamant: was never having it We the have-nots ...cuz like, I'm sayin' like, it don't matter how much you You, tryna, tryna, uh, pray to God, or nothin' like that Niggas still be in the same predicament, right? I,I,I could've prayed the other day But we ain't have no food in the house Bruh, I woke up, wasn't nothing in the house See, bruh, what I'm sayin', ain't no point of it