Текст песни Pinned to the Cross (feat. Finn Matthews) - Rick Ross

I say to young black men
We're now living in a state of public emergency
Middle class and poor people be targeted
Every day dealing with so much hostility
Negative socialism
I refuse to be petrified
And there's no mercy for the rivals
They want the rich n- to live in total silence exiled
Flee the country, more assassinations
Let's go

When you're forced to be fearless 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 racket, n- got cut from the noose

I just wanna be free, another black man on the run
We was pinned to the cross since our birth under the sun
Ain't no hate in my heart, I've adapted to rage
Step off the stage, p- n- right back in the cage

Now we burning the streets, Christ to the cross
Our position is blatant (blatant), rightfully lost
Let's empower the people, no need for signin' petitions
Thieves and Revelations scriptures keep on blinding these Christians
I'm in search of the truth (truth), we each have a flaw (flaw)
Soon as Dre hit the roof, she file for divorce
Van Jones go get a broom, never making no laws
Terry Crews is another c- who was basically bought

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 'cause I know the sh- you've been through
And you made it beautiful
You made it (made it, made it, made it)
You made it beautiful
You made it (made it, made it)
Made it beautiful

Racists killing for cotton, n- fighting for honor
In the South you're 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 postin' 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 lookin' down for the day that we rise

Got my pistols all on me, n- might Christopher zone me
Black on black issues over, principles peep, you're 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 n-
You decided yourself, I considered it business
We still in the trenches where they made us relentless
Where the reward is little, but the hate is tremendous

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 'cause I know the sh- you've been through
And you made it beautiful
You made it (made it, made it, made it)
You made it beautiful
You made it (made it, made it)
Made it beautiful

Now I'm in the McLaren, still racin' them commas
I'm watchin' for Karen, G watchin' bird watches
Still I wish you the best, Ray Charles in the flesh
Pavarotti to some, Quincy Jones to the rest

Muddy Waters the marble, set my city aflame
Turn my back on the mere fact that they would rattle my cage
I don't wanna argue but I wanted to race
Got me pinned to the cross, as the sinners would 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 the address
Make her play with her p-, with a few mill' in her 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 it kept me excited 'til the day I'm indicted