C S Armstrong：

Welcome to America

Where you can dream as long as you can breathe

You can be the muh'f**kin' President of United States

And get murdered right on these streets

Welcome to America

The sins of the father my pop gave me to suffer

The friends I would follow was crack babies and hustlers

It's steel sharpen steel in the block made me a cutler

My pen is from the future like Octavia Butler

Welcome to America oh

My grandmother sutured a flag from bloody cotton

The fruits of her labor alas already rotten

Welcome to America yeah ayy

My man said Yo it's crazy how fast that we've forgotten

That we used to pull boxes and plows like we were oxen

And cows without an option and now it's this glorious

Victorious story only pitched

For me to shut it down they sold some of us down the rivers

It's such a poor level of thought I get the shivers

It's insidious and it's always been hideous

I had to tread water and run be amphibious

They do you so dirty for one yo what's cleanliness

They make you wanna let off a gun into the emptiness like

Preach now lover preach now lover

That we runnin' runnin' runnin' runnin' runnin'

Welcome to America

Yo I'm ill-fated and hated I'm hella melanated

Blackness is my religion to that I'm dedicated

Welcome to America

I follow the laws of nature by which I'm regulated

The universe my university I'm educated

This one is for my very revolutionaries

After keeping it a hundred even though the truth is heavy

Who stand firmly and see their life is a journey

That either God or the gurney my public defender burned me

So did the district attorney in a turbulent trial

They told me that time is master well I'm serving it now

Tell my family I'll be making my return in a while

And every symbol of oppression I'll be burning it down

Welcome to America

Yeah

Where you can dream as long as you can breathe

Long as you breathe

You can be the muh'f**kin' President of United States

That's right

And get murdered right on these streets

Doo doo

Welcome to America

Land of the brave

Yeah

And home of the free

That's bulls**t man

You can be a saint or a sinner or a billionaire

Yeah

Or just stand on your feet

Welcome to America

Keep on runnin' runnin'

America oh Lord

Keep on runnin' runnin'

Welcome to America

Keep on runnin' runnin'

America oh yeah

C S Armstrong：

'Cause when it's over the world ain't over

The world ain't over

What they say is what we'll do

It's what we gon' do now

We outpowered still have power

Still got power

And that's what we cannot lose

Angela Hunte：

Runnin' in the shadows got my eye on the sparrow

Tomorrow may not come at least my soul felt this love

Uh

If I let you go at least my soul felt this love

Hey now hang now hey now hang now

Black Thought：

Now a Black soul never passes alone

If its blood spilled on the ancestor's ashes and bone

From a pure heart the Lord fashioned after His own

Went packaged and flown to the essence of his African throne

For every lost body crossed tarred feathered and tossed

It's no way I could measure the course or ever exhaust

But whether it's yours or mine this American cloth

Has never been soft while history was running its course

I ran hard from Jamestown with slaves found Jesus

And foul demons that never be charged with malfeasance

I sat through they revival though I never found credence

I found that we had never known s**t about freedom

I've been charged with treason I've been scarred and freezin'

I've been called a n***a and then called a heathen

When hounds found me they couldn't even tell if I was breathin'

In America where on black men it's open season