Strange Fruition - feat. Casey Benjamin - 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

Sitting high riding dirty, drag racing into danger

And it's so clean, pine trees smelling 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 in tatters on the floor

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

Cause I don't know what really matters anymore

Man it ain't mean, the strangest thing you've ever seen

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

They ain't dead though, no, I didn't die y'all

I cut myself down, and I admire my fall, into grace

Now as I wander through the city going 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 doing bad

Then the separation from the truth is getting 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 dummying

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 living off your sad

Hating 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

Man it ain't mean, the strangest thing you've ever seen

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

They ain't dead though, no, I didn't die y'all

I cut myself down, and I admire my fall, into grace