[Intro] (Check the ledger) (Speak the truth) [Verse 1] Look me in the eye when the air begins to thin I’ve been scrubbin’ at the stains of original sin On the pavement where the blood is the only currency I’m the product of a system built on perjury They call it progress while they’re strippin’ us of dignity Trading every soul for a slice of proximity I ain’t looking for a handout or a silver spoon Just a little bit of silence in a crowded room The diaspora is leaking through the rust and the rain Generational scars are the markers of the pain I’m the witness for the ones you decided to forget Writing down the names on a ledger of the debt [Verse 2] My skin is a fortress, my heart is a heavy stone I’ve been carving out a kingdom in a combat zone They got eyes in the sky and a wire in the wall Waiting for the righteous and the desperate to fall Every alley is a lab for a social experiment Where the poor are the fuel and the rich are the merriment I refuse to be a puppet, I’m snapping every thread I’d rather be a ghost than a woman who is led The struggle is a fever and the stakes are for the soul I’m fighting for the pieces of the heart they stole Every verse is a bullet, every rhyme is a blade Sharpened in the heat of the choices that I made [Chorus] When I get to heaven I want a deposition The sovereign truth versus the colonizer's ambition (Demand the truth) Show me the records of the blood in the soil I am coming for the balance of the honest toil (The honest toil) [Verse 3] I’m gonna walk up to the gate with my head held high I’m demanding an audit for the reasons that we die The prison is a ship and the warden is the master Selling off our lives to prevent a disaster Tell me why the innocent are always on the pyre While the architects of ruin keep their feet by the fire I’m looking for the faces of the children you erased For the legacies and lineages you tried to debase Is there room for the weary who were broken by the law? Or is paradise just another place with a flaw? I don’t want your mercy, I want the receipts For the years we spent surviving on these bitter streets [Verse 4] The artist is a teacher in a world full of lies I’m showing all the youth how to recognize the guise Dismantle every lie that they printed in the book Force ‘em all to give the ugly truth a second look The weight of the world is a coat I can’t shed Walking with the voices of the angry and the dead I’ll wear the heavy garment 'til my very last breath 'Til I’m standing face to face with the dealer of death The truth is the weapon and I’m fully loaded now I ain't gonna bend and I ain't gonna bow To the global underclass, I’m the one who stayed true I’m bringing every question back home to you [Outro] The lecture is finished (Check the facts) The deposition begins now (When I get to heaven) No more silence Just the record (The final record) Class dismissed [End - 3:58]
