Pulled into the parking lot, parked it

Zipped up my parka, joined the procession of marchers

In my head like, "Is this awkward, should I even be here marching?"

Thinking if they can't, how can I breathe?

Thinking that they chant, what do I sing?

I want to take a stance cause we are not free

And then I thought about it, we are not we

Am I in the outside looking in, or am I in the inside looking out?

Is it my place to give my two cents

Or should I stand on the side and shut my mouth for justice? No peace

Okay, I'm saying that they're chanting out, "Black lives matter", but I don't say it back

Is it okay for me to say? I don't know, so I watch and stand

In front of a line of police that look the same as me

Only separated by a badge, a baton, a can of Mace, a mask

A shield, a gun with gloves and hands that gives an alibi

In case somebody dies behind a bullet that flies out of the 9

Takes another child's life on sight

Blood in the streets, no justice, no peace

No racist beliefs, no rest 'til we're free

There's blood in the streets, no justice, no peace

No racist beliefs, no rest 'til we're free

Blood in the streets, no justice, no peace

No racist beliefs, no rest 'til we're free

There's blood in the streets, no justice, no peace

No racist beliefs, no rest 'til we're free

(Ben, think about it)

You've exploited and stolen the music, the moment

The magic, the passion, the fashion, you toy with

The culture was never yours to make better

You're Miley, you're Elvis, you're Iggy Azalea

Fake and so plastic, you've heisted the magic

You've taken the drums and the accent you rapped in

You're branded "hip-hop", it's so fascist and backwards

That Grandmaster Flash'd go slap it, you bastard

All the money that you made

All the watered down pop bullshit version of the culture, pal

Go buy a big-ass lawn, go with your big-ass house

Get a big-ass fence, keep people out

It's all stubborn, anyway, can't you see that now?

There's no way for you to even that out

You can join the march, protest, scream and shout

Get on Twitter, hashtag and seem like you're down

But they see through it all, people believe you now

You said publicly, "Rest in peace, Mike Brown"

You speak about equality, but do you really mean it?

Are you marching for freedom, or when it's convenient?

Want people to like you, want to be accepted

That's probably why you are out here protesting

Don't think for a second you don't have incentive

Is this about you, well, then what's your intention?

What's the intention? What's the intention?

Psst, I totally get it, you're by yourself

And the last thing you want to do is take a picture

But seriously, my little girl loves you

She's always singing, "I'm gonna pop some tags"

I'm not kidding, my oldest, you even got him to go thrifting

And "One Love", oh, my God, that song – brilliant

Their aunt is gay, when that song came out

My son told his whole class he was actually proud

That's so cool, look what you're accomplishing

Even an old mom like me likes it cause it's positive

You're the only hip-hop that I let my kids listen to

Cause you get it, all that negative stuff isn't cool

Yeah, like all the guns and the drugs

The niggas and the hoes and the gangs and the thugs

Even the protest outside – so sad and so dumb

If a cop pulls you over, it's your fault if you run

Huh?

So, they feel that the police are discriminating against the, the black people? I have an advantage? Why? Cause I'm white? What? Haha. No. People nowadays are just pussies. Like, this is the generation to be offended by everything. Black Lives Matter thing is a reason to take arms up over perceived slights. I'm not prejudiced, I just–. 99% of the time across this country, the police are doing their job properly

Damn, a lot of opinions, a lot of confusion, a lot of resentment

Some of us scared, some of us defensive and most of us aren't even paying attention

It seems like we're more concerned with being called racist than we actually are with racism

I've heard that silences are action and God knows that I've been passive

What if I actually read a article, actually had a dialogue

Actually looked at myself, actually got involved?

If I'm aware of my privilege and do nothing at all, I don't know

Hip-hop has always been political, yes, it's the reason why this music connects

So what the **** has happened to my voice if I stay silent when black people are dying

Then I'm trying to be politically correct?

I can book a whole tour, sell out the tickets

Rap entrepreneur, built his own business

If I'm only in this for my own self-interest, not the culture that gave me a voice to begin with

Then this isn't authentic, it is just a gimmick

The DIY underdog, so independent

But the one thing the American dream fails to mention is I was many steps ahead to begin with

My skin matches the hero, likeness, the image

America feels safe with my music in their systems

And it's suited me perfect, the role, I've fulfilled it

And if I'm the hero, you know who gets cast as the villain

White supremacy isn't just a white dude in Idaho

White supremacy protects the privilege I hold

White supremacy is the soil, the foundation, the cement and the flag that flies outside of my home

White supremacy is our country's lineage, designed for us to be indifferent

My success is the product of the same system that let off Darren Wilson guilty

We want to dress like, walk like, talk like, dance like, yet we just stand by

We take all we want from black culture, but will we show up for black lives?

We want to dress like, walk like, talk like, dance like, yet we just stand by

We take all we want from black culture, but will we show up for black lives?

Black Lives Matter, to use an analogy, is like if there was a subdivision and a house was on fire. The fire department wouldn't show up and start putting water on all the houses because all houses matter. They would show up and they would turn their water on the house that is burning because that's the house that needs it the most. My generation has taken on the torch of a very age-old fight for black liberation, but also liberation for anyone, and injustice anywhere is still injustice everywhere. The best thing white people can do is talk to each other. And having those very difficult, very painful conversations with your parents, with your family members. I think one of the critical questions for white people in this society is what are you willing to risk, what are you willing to sacrifice to create a more just society?

Your silence is a luxury, hip-hop is not a luxury

Your silence is a luxury, hip-hop is not a luxury

Your silence is a luxury, hip-hop is not a luxury

Your silence is a luxury, hip-hop is not a luxury

What I got for me, it is for me

Why we may, we may to set us free

What I got for me, it is for me

Why we may, we may to set us free

What I got for me, it is for me

Why we may, we may to set us free