Strange Fruition - Lupe Fiasco

Now I can’t pledge allegiance to your flag

Cause I can’t find no reconciliation with your past

When there was nothing equal for my people in your math

You forced us in the ghetto and then you took our dads

The belly of the beast, these streets are demons' abs

I’m telling you that setup in them sit-ups is so sad

The system is a slab

Corruption is the swinger sittin high ridin dirty, drag racin into danger

And it’s so clean, pine trees smellin good

With work off in the trunk and niggas in the hood

So I can’t shed blood on any battlefield of yours

I pray the ugly truth comes and shatters your decor

And as it all falls down and tatters on the floor

I shed tears, I don’t know what really matters anymore

Cause I don’t know what really matters anymore

Many things, strangest things you ever seen

Oh, look at how they swing, would you look at how they swing?

Embedded they go, no eyelids gone low

Or gone by sundown, they’re dodging 5−0

Now as I wander through the city goin mad

I see the fruits of planting evidence instead of grass

A swindled generation with no patience, full of swag

Man, they so impatient with the stations that they have

As long as they look good when they be doin bad

Then the separation from the truth is gettin vast, fast

Be a slave at first or free at last

Double-edged choices make a nigga wanna pass

Double-headed voices from the eagle on the staff

The pyramid where eyes will split the spirited in half

Divided over money

Delighted by the dummyin down of the importance of crowns we’ll never have

That’s why my sounds and sermons are so full of wrath

Baptize your mind, let your brain take a bath

Swim inside the river get delivered from the craft

Of the witches in this business that be livin off your sad

Hatin on your happiness you hit 'em off with laughs

Smile 'til they surrender, then you kill 'em off with glad

Hello evil, I’m back