[Verse 1: Cole Young] Chain on, hat back New Slave song Rat Pack Trayvon lookalike: red hoodie on, pants sag past my a** crack Bad luck:black cat Go and ask Zimmer where the mags at The stats say I'vegot four years left And I just can't wait to get clapped at Black teenager- guess I fit the description Type-castedto every role of the script we were written Trying to tell them that Bill O'Reilly isn't religion Has the fear been elevated or the ignorance risen? Got me feelin' vindictive with vicious intentions But if I snap, then I'm given a prisoner's sentence That's the life that we live Malcolm died for this sh** fifty f**in' years ago Y'all still buyin' this sh**? Y'all should realize equality ain't for everybody Especially, Women, Gays, Lesbians, Blacks, Hispanics, Middle Easterners, Asians, Biracials, poor people... sh**, equality ain't for anybody It's all determined by your accent Guess it's a damn shame that we were born to talk like black kids [Hook x2] Behind a color line and I can't get past it The home of of the slaves and the land of the ba*tards I got an American rag hangin' down my pant leg It's just averageflag with an accent [Verse 2: Don Noir] I look up and see All white stars in a black night All my bars in a black light The subjects of my verses wasted Cause every verse I say's the subject of interpretation Like work that's graded on a teacher's personal basis And earns complacence when it's worthy of greatness It's strange sh**, how they put an accent on the accent You'd think our tracks are in Latin when we're rapping Like we're hanging over e's but we came from overseas In the motherland they say their beloved fam's hanging over seas A strange fruit that came from southern trees And got dropped from the lofts, now we're banging in the streets Don't always think what they've trained you to believe A chain to the free is as dangerous as can be Alike if it's been molded from iron or gold An accent on the color's never accurate, my brother [Hook x2]