[Verse 1]
Apologies! I ain't no cultural anomaly
I never thought and concurrently don't think I'm a prodigy
Oddly, my body brings baggage to my status
My melanin encrusted skeleton's an apparatus
That used to dig on the doctrine they pushed by the big Doctor
They propped the King up for us pawns, and we kept noddin'
On some "We shall overcome, and our people will grow as one"
Let's be reasonable son, that credence is pretty dumb
We clung to Lady Liberty's skirt and put all the work in
She hung us from the top of her shirt, and it's closed curtains
Some moves are inexcusable, notably when the moving crew
Never quite owned up to burning our house down
We pipe down these Mario tunnels and funnel facts up
Valid ones! Foxes, peacocks, you need to back up
Ain't standin' for no anthem, they can fight me they don't like it
Call me KaeperNick Fury, take a shit while they recite it
Then they can tell me if their country loves me

[Chorus]
Or is it that she loves me not?
Ha! Ha! - Your heart says she loves me
Although my head says she loves me not
Oh no, your soul says she loves me
But, yo, I know that she loves me not
Now what I got is a national broken home
With an abusive Uncle Sam who can't stand what I am

[Verse 2]
Now is Pat mad at the world? That’s between the world and me
But if life's giving referrals, we should get one for free
You see they treat us like freaks and then flee with our own genius
If it weren't for us they'd probably be speaking that old English
Thus spoke when they stirred up the hoax of the schmo Jesus
Like Mary carried to term a fetus with no penis
You believe this? I don't think so, but I do think that them gringos
Got very genocidal plans for me and my mans
We embrace it, they place bracelets tight around our hands
And say "Assume acute angle stance", patting down our pants
Like we're all at a ball, and all the hogs wanna dance
And one of two moves they know is the Murderena and so
I know we're stuck in this arena with dictators and divas
Who swear that they all bear what are elite facial features
And we're just leeches who used to pick the cotton for their t-shirts
It's cray what you can slay with a few centuries of free work
Had us weepin' from the willow, rotten black fruit of the loom
How do they slip into their sleep at night? Is there room in the room?
With all the Hortons and the Barbars and Snuffleupaguses
Don't trust they'll ever discuss the real function of the injustice
As pups they are instructed to hush at the very subject
Their abnormally formal, unrealistically rustic
So the scales of Lady-Whats-It are technically asymmetrical
Her nation is priority, slavery's parenthetical
Ain't ethical, but could I let it go if she loves me?

[Chorus]
Or is it that she loves me not?
Ha! Ha! - Your heart says she loves me
Although my head says she loves me not
Oh no, your soul says she loves me
But, yo, I know that she loves me not
Now what I got is a national broken home
With an abusive Uncle Sam who can't stand what I am

[Verse 3]
Yeah, my deepest fear is this deep this year
It's rooted in Black thought, folded up in me like a laptop
That state homicides and demonizing of Islamic ties
Will rise on the horizon of a new age of pile ons
Adding to the ever growing list of shit to fix
And we'll never stop feeling like we're three thirds of a fifth
So when oppressors most high begin to self identify
Through the power of the vote? Do I expect much? Nope!
Fuck hope! These devils been embellishing this hellish wind
Since settlements American initially were carried in
Authoritarian variants vary who they bury
From poets to the know it alls who'd ever dare expose it all
I wonder if we'll grow at all or slow it all to a toadish crawl
Torn apart by war and art atop this living bowling ball
Spinning into the gutter y'all, pinheaded this system is
America's a bad mother
Listen to the kids
Hands over little hearts saying she loves me

[Chorus]
Or is it that she loves me not?
Ha! Ha! - Your heart says she loves me
Although my head says she loves me not
Oh no, your soul says she loves me
But, yo, I know that she loves me not
Now what I got is a national broken home
And the motherfucking propaganda goes
The condescension and the pretension, I gotta mention
Micro-aggressions and the passive aggressiveness
Appropriation, and misinterpretation
Humiliation on a world-wide scale y'all
But I think about America - She loves me
And then I think about America - She loves me not
But shit, if you insist she loves me
I guess I'm insane, when I hear that bitch say I hate you