Young gifted imma the kid on the rise
Light me up start a session with a spark of the fire
Organize mobilize we the kids with a plan
Don't need to pull up with a shotty just to ask who I am
Pure blood mixed mind colonized from birth
Assimilated immigrated but our souls still hurt
100 generations later what have we become
Make the world a better place
Teach our daughters and sons
Make the room go silent when we
Speak in tongues
They wanna make it to the top
I rather be in love
But still
I will overcome
Always living by this motto
Breathe the air from the lungs and say
Young, Gifted, and Brown
They wanna tell me that I'm not
Young, Gifted, and Brown
They wanna tell me that I'm not
Young, Gifted, and Brown
Tell me what you think about that
Young, Gifted, and Brown
I said we do it for your momma
Do it for your pops
Cuz if ya ain't dead then you know you can't stop
Your still breathing your still here, your still alive
You make your fam proud on the other side
You'll never die
You'll live on
So be strong
And Write songs
With these wrongs
So fists up
And keep fighting
Keep shining
Keep writing
Make your way back to the islands
And give back give back
Because we lived that lived that
Still here, the anthem ain't mean nothing to me
Uncle Sam always Asking For a diamond or three
Baptized from another regional priest
The rents high
But I still got money for trees
Crucified
They don't always want me to be
A young gifted Brown man last name with a G
I said we
Young, Gifted, and Brown
They wanna tell me that I'm not
Young, Gifted, and Brown
They wanna tell me that I'm not
Young, Gifted, and Brown
Tell me what you think about that
Young, Gifted, and Brown