I woke up early once again, that′s four days straight

I didn't wake you, baby, I just watched you lay

In the radiation of the city sunI am in love with you, it is my only grace

You know how everything can seem a little out of place

All of my life, that seemed to be the only normal state

So feelin′ normal never really meant me feelin' sane

And bein' clear about the truth

And bein′ sane have never really been the same

I used to wanna get the chance to show the world I′m smart

Isn't that dumb, I should′ve focused mostly on the heart

'Cause I seen smarter people trample life like it′s an art

So bein' smart ain′t what it used to be, that's fuckin' dark

You ever notice that the worst of us have all the chips

It really kinda takes the sheen off people gettin′ rich

Like maybe rich is not the holy, ever-lovin′

King of nothin' fuckers, know we know you′re bluffin'

You are dealing with the motherfuckin′ money-money runners

It'd be a lie if I told you that I ever disdained the fortune and fame

But the presence of the pleasure

Never abstained me from any of the pain

When my mother transitioned to another plane, I was sitting on a plane

Tellin′ her to hold on, and she tried hard, but she just couldn't hang

Been two years, truth is I'll probably never be the same

Dead serious, it′s a chore not to let myself go insane

It′s crippling, make you wanna lean on a cup of promethazine

But my queen say she need a king

Not another junkie, flunky rapper fiend

Friends tell her

He could be another Malcolm, he could be another Martin

She told her partner

I need a husband more than the world need another martyr

Made in Atlanta, Georgia, where I use to ride the MARTA

With a empty .22 in the front pocket of my Braves Starter

Tryin' to make it out the mud as a baby father is much harder

The same children that you love and adore, the court′ll use to break and rob ya

Circumstance woulda broke a weaker man, but I put it on my mama

I'm a man of honor and the hardship made me a better money runner

This is for the never heard, never even got a motherfuckin′ word

This is for my sister, Sarah, honey, I'm so sorry you were hurt

This is for the dawn, mama took a knock, had to change the locks

Dusted up and brushed off and I watched, talk about a boss

For the holders of a shred of heart even when you wanna fall apart

When you′re surrounded by the fog, treadin' water in the ice cold dark

When they got you feelin' like a fox runnin′ from another pack of dogs

Put the pistol and the fist up in the air, we are there, swear to God

Black child in America, the fact that I made it′s magic

Black and beautiful

The world broke my mama heart, and she died an addict

God blessed me to redeem her in my thoughts, words, and my actions

Satisfaction for the devil, goddammit, he'll never, ever have it

This is for the do-gooders that the no-gooders used and then abused

For the truth tellers tied to the whippin′ post, left beaten, battered, bruised

For the ones whose body hung from a tree like a piece of strange fruit

Go hard, last words to the firing squad was, fuck you too

This is the story of a couple of small-time hustlers

Framed by crooked cops and forced to make a run for their lives

Nothin' but a bag of money, a stolen Buick Grand National and each other to their names

They ain′t friends, exactly

These guys have a better chance of killin' each other than beatin′ the odds

No sir, they're brothers, and when the chips are down

I really don't think you wanna bet against

Yankee and the Brave (Brave, Brave, Brave, Brave)

Yankee and the Brave (Brave, Brave, Brave, Brave)

Yankee and the Brave (Brave, Brave, Brave, Brave)

Yankee and the Brave (Brave, Brave, Brave, Brave)

Yankee and the Brave (Brave, Brave, Brave, Brave)

Yankee and the Brave (Brave, Brave, Brave, Brave)

Oh, Yankee and the Brave (Brave, Brave, Brave, Brave)

Yankee and the Brave (Brave, Brave, Brave, Brave)