[Chorus]

This is what's wrong

No love at home

This is what's wrong

No jobs to work

This is what's wrong

Too many lying in church too many cry and hurt

Too many tryna lurch we be hurting too long

I testify

I testify

I tell the truth I hold my hand

I tell ya the feelings of every man in the sand

I tell you how they lost, lost and just don't understand

I talk for 'em let me help you understand

[Verse 1]

You know how many people have been 'round this mother fucker

People really scared 'round this mother fucker

If you don't find a program for the Mac and the Sam

They gonna grow up like Greg and his big brothers

Nigga tired of making music and they making money

Niggas spending money but they making none

Now your right in front of stoves cooking nose run

Mother fucker did I testify

You made money stayed in crime

Put they hands through the line

And Marvin Gaye said what's going on

Police brutality, taxes they high

He looking down like what's going on

I ain't hating on Trump I'm just saying

Don’t spend no billions for some travel on some plane

We need get help us let

The water they be drinking is dirty as the rain

Black people mad they done left us in the rain

Shot us in the back when they saw are fucking heat

Got us on the back thought we couldn't shake back

We're on three strikes fuck Bill Clinton

We're in the hood tryna get gold well

Call is too high most of the rich never went

So why do we strive

You can have insurance but they still won't pay the whole bill for you

Wake up this life is too real for you

[Chorus]

This is what's wrong

No love in home

This is what's wrong

No jobs to work

This is what's wrong

Too many lying in church

Too many cryin’ and hurtin’

Too many tryna lurch we be hurting too long

I testify

I testify

I tell the truth I hold my hand

I tell ya the feelings of every man in the sand

I tell you how they lost, lost and just don't understand

I talk for 'em let me help you understand

[Verse 2]

You know why the kids overweight right

Cuz all you let 'em do is play on that damn iPod

You don't let 'em run and play like they used to do back in the day

So they never lose weight when they try hard

***** tellin’ on their own boy

Got caught go whip a kush

You should see the pussy

I testify

Nigga said that he was hating so he ratted

That ain't why he ratted, ratted cuz the nigga he won't need a pussy

Race wars I don't wanna [?] race card

Scared [?] might get hit with a rape charge

Cuz a bitch tell a lie for a dollar bill

The same bitch who would die for a dollar bill

That won't pay the teacher but It'll pay the judge

Where the cure for diabetes won't you get it up

You'll never get it up

They don't wanna lose millions so they thinking 'bout the money

They don't give a fuck

I'm just tired of seeing wrong after wrong

What I'm seeing with my eyes is a murder scene

White boy killed 9 black people in a church

He was hungry to get that bitch Burger King

[Chorus]

This is what's wrong

No love in home

This is what's wrong

No jobs to work

This is what's wrong

Too many lying in church too many cry and hurt

Too many tryna lurch we be hurting too long

I testify

I testify

I tell the truth I hold my hand

I tell ya the feelings of every man in the sand

I tell you how they lost, lost and just don't understand

I talk for 'em let me help you understand

I testify