Home in America

It's getting late, man, I wanna go home

Ain't no time for debate, man, I wanna go home

My mind's in a state, man, I wanna go home

I'm feeling closed in, and I wanna go roam

Through the cotton fields (Yeah) and tobacco plants (Yeah)

Got a fire burning in me like a jack-o'-lantern

Turn and look over your shoulders, honey

My group is looking at you like you owe them money

Reparations, conversations

Damn, forty acres takes a lot of patience

Land of the free, home of the brave

Blood of the child, soul of the slave

Strange fruit hanging from a poplar

Screams so loud, it's like he's singing in the opera

He wasn't guilty of the crime when they locked him up

Damn shame, he could've been a doctor, bruh

Shoulda, coulda, woulda, but the fact remains

You'll always be a threat when you're black with brains

They'd rather see it on the pavement

This is mental enslavement, listen to me

It's getting late, man, I wanna go home

Ain't no time for debate, man, I wanna go home

My mind's in a state, man, I wanna go home

I'm feeling closed in, and I wanna go roam

Through the capital with a bunch of guys

Long guns on our shoulders and a bunch of knives

If the capital police come to tame the black beast

How much you wanna bet we lose a bunch of lives?

Is this democracy or hypocrisy?

It ain't justice for all as far as I can see

It's justice for some, proud boy clutching his gun

Is less threatening than the black man in touch with his son, it's sad

'Cause they look at me and they see a threat

And it just grows like the mold on a Chia Pet

And it's all by design, do you see it yet?

I could fight for this land, I could be a vet

It wouldn't matter one bit in the scheme of things

My equality was drowned in a sea of dreams

Land of the free, home of the slave

Screams of a child, blood on the grave

Home is the place to feel safe and sound

Shouldn't feel like the world's trying to take me down

When the kid screams out, "Why I gotta be in the hood?"

Like a tree in the woods, does it make a sound?

It's the place where justice lives

For every man, every woman, what they must have did

Was take the welcome mat and put a torch to it

Like a house without a porch to it, I can't go home

I wanna go home

I wanna go home

I wanna go home

I wanna go home

I wanna go home

I wanna go roam