2020 looking insane I got twenty twenty nightmares on my mental 2020 ain't gon be gentle I just lit twenty three candles Gotta thank God I made it this far They hanging Black folks with the ropes Wearing cloaks like a ghost But they won't call it murder How many names we gotta say Still fighting for our freedom every day They will never give it away Grandma and them tried to pray How many of us will they slay I'm sick of the flower bouquets Let's get the revolution underway Bout time we make these mother fuckers pay 2020 looking insane I got twenty twenty nightmares on my mental 2020 ain't gon be gentle My feet are sore but I can't rest We need to arrest to bring progress, to bring justice Divest in pigs and reinvest In the oppressed and the silenced How many names we gotta say Still fighting for our freedom every day They will never give it away Grandma and them tried to pray How many of us will they slay I'm sick of the flower bouquets Let's get the revolution underway Bout time we make these mother fuckers pay