[Verse 1: Gucci Mane] Come look into the eyes of a man named Gucci Got me peepin' out the blinds like Malcolm with the Uzi The government, the church, and the world is so polluted They callin' me a criminal when I'm a revolution Woke up in a prison cell and I had a revelation That my life's a testimony, I could be an inspiration From the 6 to the Chi, got so much in common Gucci Mane and Common, did you see this comin'? n***a with an attitude, a hundred miles and runnin' I done did some things so dirty that I wish I never done it All eyes on me, America's most wanted It's so hard to be a Black man in a white man country Product of the slums with rich white folks' money And the police got no love for me, but I'm not scared of nothin' Ma** incarcerate us, man and then they call it "justice" "Gucci how you feel?" I'm so tired of the f** sh** (Wop) [Hook: BJ The Chicago Kid] Look me in my face If you wanna know, yeah, yeah I'll take you to a place I know you wanna go Black America, yeah Black America Common breaks down the lyrics to "Black America Again" [Verse 2: Common] The Black diaspora Supreme math into the after Life, I live it for the master Truck drivers pa**ed us Like Jeremiah and Jasper Children of Zimbabwe and Madagascar Africa unite, we on the move like runaway slaves through the night I write, "Freedom ain't far" My North Star's more than a sports car Taught by the ancestors who fought for our Liberation army Islam palmed me and calmed me So the world couldn't blond me Lectures by Kwame Ture The ambiance of pan-Africanism A man after wisdom of the ancients I paint with words like the brushes of Kehinde Wiley Black and proud, we wild We wowed the world with Black magnificence A symphony for the divine And we the instruments, Black innocence [Hook: BJ The Chicago Kid] Look me in my face If you wanna know I'll take you to a place I know you wanna go Black America, yeah Black America [Verse 3: Pusha T] I confess, I've been part of the problem As of lately, I'm tryin' to solve 'em I sold dope and I still talk the jargon Just like Malcolm 'fore the X was on him All these years later, we still the target Look at Ferguson, Brooklyn and Charlotte Sellin' CDs, reachin' for wallets Trayvon'd be in his last year of college I still mourn for Christopher Wallace What happened in Dallas does not give me solace So I acknowledge my flaws, apolige Hey young world, just givin' you the knowledge The knowledge [Hook: BJ The Chicago Kid] Look me in my face If you wanna know I'll take you to a place I know you wanna go Black America, yeah Black America I'll take you there To get in, oh Black America Look me in my face If you wanna know I'll take you to a place I know you wanna go Black America Black America Black America Black America Black America Black America