Come look into the eyes of a man named Gucci
Got me peeping out the blinds like Malcolm with the Uzi
The government, the church, and the world is so polluted
They calling me a criminal and I'm a revolution
Woke up in a prison cell and I had a revelation
Then my life's a testimony, I can be an inspiration
From the city to the shack, I got so much in common
Gucci man ain't coming, did you see this coming?
Nigga with a attitude a hundred miles and running
I done did some things so dirty that I wish I never done it
All eyes on me, America's most wanted
It's so hard to be a black man in a white man country
Product of the slum with rich white folks minding
And the police got no love for me, but I'm not scared of nothing
Massacres of raiders, man, and then they come
They call it justice, Gucci, how you feel?
I'm so tired of the * *
Look me in my face, if you wanna know
I'll take you to a place, you know you wanna go
Black America
Black America
The black diaspora, supreme after to the after
Life, I live it for the master, truck drivers, pastors
The black diaspora, supreme after to the after

Like Jeremiah and Jasper
Children of Zimbabwe and Madagascar
Africa unite, we on the move like runaway slaves through the night
I write freedom ain't far, my north star's more than a sports car
Taught by the ancestors who fought for our liberation army
Islam palm me and calm me, so the world couldn't blind me
Lectures by Kwame Ture, the ambiance of pan-Africanism
A man after wisdom of the ancients
I paint with words like the brushes of Kahinde Wiley
Black and browie, while we wowed the world with black magnificence
A symphony for the divine, and we the instruments, black innocence
Look me in my face, if you wanna know
I'll take you to a place, you know you wanna go
Black America
Black America
I confess I've been part of the problem
As of lately, I'm trying to solve them
I've been part of the problem
I'm so dope, and I still talk the jargon
Just like Malcolm, for the X was on him
All these years later, we still the target
Look at Ferguson, Brooklyn, and Charlotte
Selling CDs, reaching for wallets
Trayvon being his last year of college
I still mourn for Christopher Wallace
What happened in Dallas does not give me solace
So I acknowledge, my flaws are polished
Hey young world, just giving you the knowledge
The knowledge
Black America
If you wanna know
I'll take you to a place, you know you wanna go
Black America
Black America
I'll take you there, to get in, oh
Black America
Look me in my face, if you wanna know
Black America
If you wanna know

I'll take you to a place, you know you wanna go
Black America
Black America
Black America
Black America
Black America
Black America
Black America