[Verse 1]
Good things to those who wait
I don't involve wth those who make noise or indulge in hate

I pray to God, may Allah make my bars be great
So my job secure in case my broad is late
I got no time to slow it down and contemplate

^!$$%s hungry for a change so Obama eight
Years, safe here never, Rayful
Kept it moving, reindeer weather

Crack babies turned crack sellers, still got nada
That happens when you black ^!$$% with no product
Unathletic, it's sad though when it's no calling

So now you with the strapped ^!$$%s that want problems
No problem, and the hood ain't changed in years
And I'm optimistic at times for politics can't erase the fear

Pro-black is dead, self-loathing and %#@!
Whole race feel misplaced since the Regan Era
Where's Che Guevera?

Hear cries from black moms for convisary
And the cops'll stop now, the town is different
See the block's like black mamba, brown omitted

Little gentrification which ain't gender-specific
All us ^!$$%s is ^!$$%s, a few of ^!$$%s is (*##$es
Dig it, cigar lit up, Obama got a longer tenure

You ain't gotta get involved unless that boy?

[Bridge]

Yeah, one nation under God
Politics about the guap, I hate to break your heart
Just play my part

Stay low, pray to God
For all the hate shown, it made it hard to watch
Could be a race war, ^!$$%s on your mark

'Til somebody start

[Verse 2]

Conspiracy theorists in my lyrics
And feel like my %#@! is somehow different albeit
It could be the image of my ^!$$%s

And your perception is ruining my vision, dig that
My president mulatto, a resident of many of serato
A penny for your thoughts, mommy torch worth a dollar

Get off my $#&@ing George Carver
As far as little Bush, I'm thinking more little Rallo
Do you follow or did I lose you?

Ms. Dash, yeah she bad, but the broad still clueless
Reese get her, not little
Witherspoon feeder 'til the seats fill up, get me

Paranormals on my feet ^!$$%, jiggy
I, commander in chief, ^!$$%, Bentley
Exercise of free speech, ^!$$%, get me

But politics just ain't me, ^!$$%, feel me?