Sins - Deniro Farrar

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Uh, yeah

Poorly planned for chaotically conceived

Born black into this world, made it hard for me to breathe Worshipping false

gods had me down on my knees

'Til I found liberation, now a nigga finally free

Poorly planned for chaotically conceived

Born black into this world, made it hard for me to breathe Worshipping false

gods had me down on my knees

'Til I found liberation, now a nigga finally free, peep…

Uh, no, this ain’t molly Percocet

Let that resonate and hit you in your chest

Uh, my nigga, I ain’t like the rest

Strictly headshots, so why your rock a vest?

I’m the modern-day Huey Marcus and Malcolm X

Hard to know who we is without our information

See the look on they faces I know they passive racist

Daddy left my momma he was lacking dedication

Born into this world I ain’t ask for this

Addicted to the pain like a masochist

You niggas lost looking for some ass to kiss

Found freedom now I’m looking for some ass to kick

Something just ain’t right about this crazy world

I’m meditating and elevating with baby girl

They say I ain’t got no rights because I’m black, or do I?

Original man, bitch, I’m strong as Kunta

Illuminati want my soul and my body

Took the shackles off my brain and loaded up my shotty

Illuminati want my soul and my body

But I took the shackles off my brain and loaded up my shotty

Poorly planned for chaotically conceived

Born black into this world, made it hard for me to breathe Worshipping false

gods had me down on my knees

'Til I found liberation, now a nigga finally free, peep…

My nigga robbing 'cause the drought got the work high

Stomach hurting, pockets hurting, how he gon' survive?

School brainwash our mind, how we 'post to strive?

A nigga take your dog from you, then you 'pose to ride

Street code not no stranger to a homicide

My Role models all dead or they doing time

From a city where they glorify the life of Crime

The same nigga that did the crime rat to cut his time

Food stamps and Wick vouchers, beans in the can

Lights off, rent late, but you don’t understand

That’s what got me clutching on this package in my hand

If yeen bringing paper home, my nigga, then you ain’t a man

For a band, a nigga’ll kill you right where you stand

Small advance but now my nigga got the upper hand

I’m sipping tea out in London while I ride the Tran

Look at what I overcame, now take a look at where I stand