Rick Ross a lansat videoclipul piesei “Pinned to the Cross” in colaborare cu Finn Matthews.
Lyrics:
I said young black man,
You are now living in a public state of emergency
Middle class and poor people being attached daily dealing with so much hostility
Negative socialism,
I refuse to be petrified
There’s no mercy for the rivals
They want the rich niggas to live in total silence
Exile
Flee the country
More assassinations
Let’s go
When you forced to be feeling, strangers consider you careless
Detrimental to my upbringing, I felt so abandoned
I was lost in confusion, therefore had nothing to lose
Now I’m running the rack and niggas got cut from the noose
I just want to be free another, black man on the run
We was pinned to the cross since I birthed under the sun
Ain’t no hate in my heart, I’ve adapted to rage
Stepped off the stage pussy nigga right back in the cage
Now we burning the streets
Christ to the cross
Our position is blatant
Rightfully lost
Let’s empower the people no need for signing petitions
Thieves and revelations scriptures keep on blinding these Christians
I’m in search of the truth
We each have a flaw
Soon as Dre hit the roof she filed for divorce
Van Jones go get a broom, never making no laws
Terry Crews is another coon who was basically bought
CHORUS:
Some say my eyes are like brown diamonds buried in the snow
but i see pain we have in common, it’s not all beautiful
So if i cry and these brown diamonds wash along the shore
It’s cuz i know the shit you been through and you made it beautiful
You made it (made it, made it made it)
You made it beautiful
Racists killing for cotton
Niggas fighting for honor
In the South your forgotten
Call my city the bottom
Kilos get to deposits
Living like it’s the lotto
This my moment of glory
Grandiose’ is the dollar
Always posting your sneakers
You’re the one that they follow
I’m a born to be leader, such a collection of knowledge
Are we dead or alive, unforgettable highs
know the lord looking down, for the day that we rise
Got my pistols all on me, niggas my Christopher us homie
Black on black issues over principles peep your opponent
Who got the most money?
Well that’s yet to be seen
Cause I’m still counting mine, such an incredible thing
In seek of true wealth
Great example for niggas
You decide it yourself, I considered it business
You still in the trenches, where they made us relentless
Where the reward is little
But the hate is tremendous
CHORUS
Now I’m in a McLaren, still racing those commas
I’m watching for Karen, she watching bird watchers,
Still I wish her the best, Ray Charles in the flesh
Pavarotti to some, Quincy Jones to the rest
Muddy waters to marble,
Set my city aflame
Turn my back on the mere fact that they would rattle my cage,
I don’t want to argue, but I wanted a raise
Got me pinned to the cross, as the sinners will wave
Such a body of work, my debut was a classic,
HOV gave me a verse, so that kept it attractive
My whole crew was submerged DEA wanted an address
Make a play with a pussy with a few mill in a mattress
My life needed a balance, didn’t come for the status,
But my mother responsible, she raised me so lavish
Look son you’re a king, were the words she recited,
And they kept me excited, till the day I’m indicted
CHORUS
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