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I... I... Man So I gotta work a Tuesday... Ok  Oooh my God  I just need to keep hearing that right there  Hey you uhh... awesomely awesome  And you're the best  You're just The best blessed  Just hell I can't I don't even know what to say I had a vision 4:20 In the morning Thinking of my little sisters in mourning Struggling with reality's normalities Holidays ain't the same Everything's changed No Bowie No Prince And no Michael No Andraé Crouch and the Disciples No Walter, Edwin or Daryl Coley No Whitney No George Michael Toys"R"Us gone bankrupt Damn I think Guitar Center went bankrupt Everything from my childhood's missing man Man I swear it's such a f**ked up feeling man I'm not mad It's a simple observation And I'm not sad But it's not a celebration I'm just trying to put the pieces back together man Everything's falling through my fingers like sand It seems the tighter that I'm gripping It seems the more that I am slipping I feel like I've lost everything I loved And where is this alleged agape love Man churches ain't the same Gospel music just ain't the same R&B, it just ain't the same But y'all keep telling me it's the same But I ain't feeling nothing dammit And I don't wanna reach up and grab it Shots fired, get to ducking I always knew they were up to something There ain't no future in your fronting And y'all know you still out here f**king I'm not a baby, bruh I'm grown Don't leave me standing out here alone Change That's why I wrote this song Because I know I'm not alone What are we out here doing What are we out here saying People don't care no more So f*ck it I don't care no more If this is too much for you to handle I was always too much to handle Change There ain't nothing new about me You don't want authenticity You don't want sincerity 2020 Brought me clarity Now I see who you really are No mask wearing Mail Box Wrecking Racist muthaf**kers Let's go Homie, you don't really want it Sis, you don't really want it I'm your nightmare opponent Walking in a new anointing Walking past all your bullets Nothing in your trigger, pull it Try to pulling it again No weapon, missed again Tired of talking about changes Tired of going through changes Lie after lie Lie after lie Change Republicans and the democrats Prime Ministers and bureaucrats Senators and aristocrats HBO and Cinemax Film the babies in the cages Babies dying in the cages I ain't forgot about the cages And if you did, then you're a racist Change Call it out like it is Call it out like it is We been indoors for a year And we heading for another year Change Lysol for cologne High interest student loans Living in a pandemic Calculated and systemic Starting with black folks first Kill that melanin first Press us down and we pop up Press us down and we pop back up Change Speaking of getting it poppin I heard you wanna get it poppin 400 Years pent up I guess you really wanna get fucked up We ain't playing with that ass I'll get all up in that ass Been doing wrong for too long Time to sing a brand new song Free at last Free at last Thank God almighty We're free at last CHANGE Freed from all of your religion All of your European religion All of your  biased decisions All of your wicked intentions It didn't work back then Ain't gone work now We were peaceful back then But we're getting rowdy now Let's get ready to rumble Let's get ready to rumble Sick of being here anyway Can somebody shout Change Change Change Change Change Change Change Change Change Change Change Change Change
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