Profit Off My Pain - Awon/Phoniks/Heeni

You want to profit off my pain

You want to profit off my pain

Because I'm worth more to you

With a syringe in my vein

I'm worth even more

With a bullet in my brain

How come you gain more fame

On the day you lay slain

For your down fall they praying

I go back to what it was BIG was saying

He won't playing

They still collect bread from kobain

They feed you p**sy and coc*ine

Hoping you ain't sane

The first thing they give you is a chain

For them ten karats

Arranged marriage

A slave to the fame

Quick to label you icon

And put you on the merch

The same way we put our dead

Homies on our shirts

I know this verse it's filled

With a litany of jewels

But I'm trying to reach a million

Or more this is school

These days the one who dies young lives with cool

But that is a mantra that is only made for fools

They want to profit

Profit off my pain

They want to profit off my pain

They want to profit off my pain

They want to profit off my pain

By the time I was 8

I was truly awake

Gained knowledge of self

Began to understand the hate

Discovered my ancestors were slaves

And wondered why to the image

Of their masters they prayed

But never mind

Cause I also wondered why

My brothers poisoned the community

Not knowing the prior statement

Would be including me

Communicated musically

God gave the fruit to me

My tongue is my sword

I chop it up beautifully

Our pain's sold for profit

It devalues my struggle

For these bullet proof wallets

Still paying for college

And so I pay homage

To all the coin chasers

Ready break bread for knowledge

Flow polished

More brolic

That's word to chris wallace

Plus 2 pacis

Bringing in them big dollas

Posthumous

They drop folks music

And make bread

While the family in pain

And they ain't fed

They want to profit

Profit off my pain

They want to profit off my pain

They want to profit off my pain

They want to profit off my pain

I want a whole lot of sh*t

I want better opportunities

For my kids

And to be embraced by my community

Speaking of community I want some continuity

In the message and actions

Of brothers sisters fathers and mothers

I want to stop apologizing for my blackness

Stop acting like you saying ni**a cause of some rappers

Travon and Michael brown

Wasn't killed because they thugs

Sh*t I'm alive and I done sold a ton of ***

I want love unconditionally

Truth in my history

After my grandfather everything else is a mystery

We got the same blood Fam

That ain't no mistake

Don't act like

My female ancestors wasn't raped

Just to think of it is everything you told us all fake

I want the truth and I know that's a lot to ask

But just like I used to wish for lots of money w**d

Liquor and a**

I want answers to teach my babies about my f**kin' past

I want the consciousness and outrage for us to last

So we can carve ourselves a better path

I want affluent blacks to stop saying sh*t that is nonsense for

Publication sound bytes

That respectability politics

Newzella told me son you reap what you sow

Well I planted positive seeds serval seasons ago

And they ain't grow

Society poured cement on my garden

And you wonder why so many hearts are hardened

They want to profit off my pain

They want to profit off my pain

They want to profit off my pain

They want to profit off my pain

They want to profit off my pain

They want to profit off my pain

They want to profit off my pain

They want to profit off my pain

They want to profit off my pain