[Intro: Protester]
We have been mistreated for more than 300 years!
There is blood on these streets, sir!
Why are we going to continue being peaceful when they are killing my brothers and sisters?
We are being peaceful, we are on the grass!
Why are they here? It is because of them why we’re here so why the fuck are they here, sir?
I’m tired of being peaceful!
I have lost three brothers to this sir! Three!!
This is not alright! I’m hurt!

[Verse 1: Clarence The Kid]
Am I expendable?
Is life contingent on white supremacists with ammo
Relentlessly killing colored people, if I go
Outside will I die? The answer I do not know
But really it's possible
Shots with no probable cause and no obstacles
Shea butter skin give permission to follow you
Moving in silence is cause for somebody to silence you
What is the law gon’ do? Besides murder you
Or let the murderer go with no logical
Reason why he’s not responsible
For pulling triggers on innocent black individuals
It feels impossible, fighting a system that just wants to end your existence
A human diminished into an image of a criminal with bad intentions
They pull out their weapons
Always shoot first and ask second then go play the victim
And get off with mental illness, self protection, or citizen with suspicion
Man look how we living
We on a timer, your life could get took any minute
And don’t nobody ever really care until it's trending

[Hook: Clarence The Kid & Jamel]
Am I expendable?
(Damn, this shit is heavy
This shit is heavy)
The answer, I don’t know
Everyday could be my last
So i’m praying my present will end up my past not my ending
I’m so far from finished, but letting me live’s your decision
I’m begging don’t kill me please

Where will my people go?
(Damn, this shit is heavy
This shit is heavy)
Trapped by your control
Don’t know my value cuz I just see
Media broadcasting images of police
Shooting up people whose skin looks the same as me
And it brings pain to me
Why do they hate on me?
Am I expendable?

[Interlude: Protester]
You don’t see my eyes? I’m hurt!

[Verse 2: Clarence The Kid]
Looking for some peace within myself
Looking for a break from all this shit
When you’re black there’s no vacation time
Everyday’s a battle to fit in
Everybody wanna keep you out
This world ain’t got no love left for us
This for every Ruby in the south
This for every Rosa on the bus
This for every Michael, Eric, George, Breonna, Alton
Sandra, Trayvon Martin
Regardless of what names are said
By being black we’ve been inside the shoes of all them
The times been tough, the road been hard but best believe that we’ve been steady making progress
And we will fight, and we won't stop at all until the day our sons and daughters are walking
Free

[Outro: Protester]
It’s not okay!
America cannot be the land of the free
Until every fucking life is free!
Point blank, motherfucking, period!