(Chorus - Jáenette)
God has spoken
He said son you are the chosen
No He wonât leave my heart broken
I am the chosen
I am the chosen
He wonât leave my heart broken
I am the chosen
I am the chosen
I am the chosen
We are the chosen
(Verse â Westley)
Back to my roots
Not looking at the color of my skin
Or judging if Iâm African American
The color of my fruits
Preparing me for everything within, the battle isnât fought itâs to win
Itâs all in what I do
Assassinate my character
Cutting out them predators
Fixing up my letterman to wear on my chest Iâm a better man
Even then I was better than
Follow what I do
I can give you rules to the game
I can show you how to bring change
Donât listen to the fools
Step into to the scene with precaution
Never feeling flawless
Careful not to fit in with the fallen
Even though Iâm ballinâ
Treading over vultures
This is God given
Given unto me, itâs for me, so donât ever get me twisted
Like Iâm down on both knees or like my license plate reads
That Iâm all about me
Cuz in this game you gotta be
Up for more than you can be
Cuz the devil is a âBâ
Donât you see, we at sea, this is war
Taking back the land for my fathers of before
Talking bout the promise that was given by my Lord
Not the forty acers and a mule promised to the poor
Oh Lord
Just help us
The helpless, canât help us, they selfish, not selfless
So blinding, them blinders, just binding
Reminds me, that time keeps, rewinding
We dying, and crying, they killing us, we siamese
From Rodney and Bobby, now Tamir and Freddie
They stacking up these bodies, like IDâs, on the ID
With bullets in your IV
Made a dying breed of the Cosbyâs
And a mockery of Apostle Creed
Theyâre Pharisees and Sadducees
And glad to be
A travesty
Handing tragedy
To families
No convict
Just amnesty
Sixteen shots, fatality
BREATHE
Sandra Bland
BREATHE
Mike Brown
BREATHE
All they did was bleed, from the jail cells to the streets
What we do?
Read, hashtag, tweet, snap chat, cheese, post pics - IG
Influence on âEâ
Rather follow than lead
Protest and plead
Give speeches and flee
Where our Martin Luther Kings
Black American Queens
Real kids with dreams
Donât wont political feens
Getting high off them memes
Getting paid all that cream, just to sit on tv, while they fiddling them strings
Yeah I said it, strings
Puppet master, strings
Lobbyists in Washington getting heard from all them screams
But they chasing all that green from that corporate machine
With no destination in between
We stagnant, it seems
Them lawmakers ainât making laws for people like you and me
So stand firm on them Pâs and Qâs, dot Iâs and cross them Tâs
Speaking of them Tâs, fuck them trigger happy police
I ainât saying that they all bad but bad is all we see
And bad is all we be
And bad is All can be
Trying to prove our self-worth
Getting three or four degrees
While we voiceless and weak, modest and meek
Trying to sneak a peek, whatâs underneath that veil - Hell
(Chorus)
God has spoken
He said son you are the chosen
No he wonât leave my heart broken
I am the chosen
I am the chosen
I am the chosen
We are the chosen