[Sample: Malcolm X]
Who taught you to hate the texture of your hair? Who taught you to hate the color of your skin to such extent that you bleach to get like the white man? Who taught you to hate the shape of your nose? And the shape of your lips? Who taught you to hate yourself?

[Hook]
As I peel in my skin
Dig in my vein
I'm watching the demons within
I’m watching this evil come out
As I'm tryna come in, and
As the rope on my chin
Chokes all my kin
I'm watching my n***as go limp
I’m watching these moments forever I'll never forget, get

[Verse 1]
God say hang those n***as
No bandage needed
On thе back of Jesus
Where's Nеbekenezer
Ecclesiastes, Jesus, or Bethlem, Caesar
With my head on the concrete
Sole of slavers
Feel the taste of the underneath
It's mob behavior
If heaven needs 'em
They'll praise and lead 'em
Let's blame the eves then
Snakes for treason
The dead won’t listen
If lord forgives ’em
He'll take a minute for selfish reasons
If hell forgives him
Have better chances
Avenge the past then
Let’s take it back and just
Pay 'em back for every happenin'
[Hook]
As I peel in my skin
Dig in my vein
I'm watching my demons within
I’m watching this evil come out
As I'm tryna come in, and
As the rope on my chin
Chokes all my kin
I'm watching my n***as go limp
I'm watching these moments forever I'll never forget, get

[Verse 2]
In the land of the corpses of men
How hot can you get
Without forming a sweat
The jolting brung
By the molten of flesh
Convulsing strung
In the chorus of death, and
How is that any different from my life before
The fights, the wars
The light, the source
The right, the wrong
The Pike, the sword
Ibuprofen, lighter doses
Held up, in the psychy wards
A Black Woman
With plights ignored
The sight, behold
It's frightening
The nights is porous
I just thought if my life's important
I wouldn't have to pay a fortune for life's assurance, and
[Hook]
As I peel in my skin
I need to win
So, tearing a piece from my limb
I'm thinking 'bout all of the shit that I need to forgive
Fuck, fuck

[Sample: Malcolm X]
Who taught you to hate the race that you belong to so much so that you don't want to be around each other? No, before you come askin' Mister Muhammad does he teach hate, you should ask yourself who taught you to hate being what God gave you

[Outro]
I keep looking for this light
A light of peace
A light in me
And it's searching for the truth
It sets you free
It's all in me
And it's time to be
What you are inside
Inside your light is what you want to be