Uh, when you make it out the Milky Way, tell me what you'll see today
Outside the east bay, into the west, ay
Go on to the next day, f**k up the papers
What's going on with the races is there's too much discrimination That sh*t been happening every day, every single way
We're tired of it, higher-than-sh*t people need to talk
They breathe gold, get everything on a silver plate
So, you should speak out about it, make sure you go miles without doubting it, frowning, sh*t, I'm down to help, make it pass the Kuiper Belt