This the beginning of the end light skinned nigga wit a vision
Mellato militant, here to take the rap game into a crash collision
Scars covering the wounds on my backs, that came from my ancestors
That was raped by the slave masters
N I’m still here, still gonna represent
This hip hop generation, that never left but came back under false perceptions
They listed Malcolm as a problem, but his own people shot ‘em
Same thing wit Mr.King
Now we going through the same struggle, still misunderstood
How can something so beautiful be used for something not good
But never get it twisted, this rap shit started n came about from the hood
From the depths of his feet, to his flesh wounds start’n to heal
Just to ripped open again, stay on point but never die, yes, we to fly
They wanna be us, wanna use us, for they own wonders
If that’s the case, tell me y im so stuck on they wonders
Yes im talking about the forbidden fruit, the same thing Emmit Til gave his life for
2 Doller bills not enuff to cover the light bill
U wakc mcs aproach’n me, wit light skills
Its show n prove until u prove u worth my listen