VERSE 1 My skin’s the color of cocoa Ain’t nothin’ sweet about what unfolds In the heat of the night Either we run or we fight Cadillac with tinted eyes See my 45 keeps me alive Shoot back or we fall flat (somebody call 911) Maybe we should just call back CHORUS I just want my 40 acres FUCK THE MULE Pay me all my fucking wages Cause we need...Learn More