Team (Written by M. Sivaloganathan, F. Nageon de Lestang, A. Colverson), produced by Ear 2 Tha Beat, violins by F. Nageon de Lestang, A. Colverson

Verse 1:
Sittin in a dark room, fire got my face lit…inspired by the silence so the timin won’t be wasted /
My oh my, I’m feelin violence on my side, I don’t know if Imma fly, in a slave ship or space ship /
Fkin Donalds feelin flagrant with the statements, rac-ism, laced, with a, taste of the, new age, place-ism, has-ten, a race to save face, it’s based, in a case, when he’s born on third base /
This ain’t about a CEO, bonin on the phone, it’s a mirror moment, wonder if you own it /
Btchin with your homies while you wrote it or you spoke it, turn it into jokes, then you openly condone it /
I’m breakin, these chains, off my neck, to shake free…voice, has been stained, in duress, it may seem /
Tweets, and emotions, and blogs, on fake screens…silent, you might just be on, the same team

Hook:
In our humanity…we’re all on the same team
Whose team are you on
We’re on, the same team
Whose team are you on
The same team
Whose team, your team, my team, yo we on the same team

Verse 2:
Keep dancin around all the lies you tell…disguisin demise deep inside yaself /
I, criticized, like I flied through hell, but I’m alive, and I’m tryn to, find myself /
No science, or Zion, providin me the answers, owners smokin stogies under champion banners /
The phonies and the cronies toast the notion that they branded, that bettin on black is the way to take advantage /
A hoodie ain’t act-ion, it’s another scene…I’m no Jack-son, but I wanna scream /
…I’m caught up in a dream of children marchin on the rich and gettin rach-et, act-ive, just to intervene /
So if ya fed up throwin hands up in the air…we need to change the meanin of like you don’t care /
Don’t care for your rules don’t care for your boos…I ain’t a slave, nope, I’ll never lack truth

Verse 3:
The complacent so complicit, thinkin that our btchin on our couches will amount to somethin, fate is not a given /
The prison is the nonsense, like a press conference, talkin sht on sponsors flauntin dollars in their pockets /
No acknowledgment of how we gonna stop it, just write a check to charity n chickens will applaud it /
Pick ya poison sick a dog upon a conscience, future in flux, enough is enough /
The complacent so complicit, thinkin that our btchin on our couches will amount to somethin, fate is not a given /
The prison is the nonsense, like a press conference, talkin sht on sponsors flauntin dollars in their pockets /
No acknowledgment of how we gonna stop it, just write a check to charity n chickens will applaud it /
Pick ya poison sick a dog upon a conscience, future in flux, enough is enough