Verse 1
Can’t miss the things that I don’t have
Still feel the weight of the ocean

Salt can lift upon contact
I fear my body’s still broken

Police will see me as part Black
Mother sees me as chosen

Shoot first is all in on contract
My death won’t be your promotion

Chorus
I’m open, I’m open, I’m open, It’s all bad

441 and it’s all Blak x2

Verse 2
Fight of my life, heart of a soldier
Called me a beast, and I was boulder

I gave you my all, and you colder
I played for your imposter culture

Took the trophy I said I would
Man of the year expressed I’m still sad

All my life I been known as A. Goodes
But fans think, I’m all bad

Chorus
I’m open, I’m open, I’m open, It’s all bad

441 and it’s all blak x2

Mali Jo$e

Life be surreal man
Each day gets harder just to maintain

Can’t justify oppression due to skin shade
I been running tiredly just to make change

Every time I run I feel, like, Kinte
Like pigmentation, trying to eliminate

They want my inner soul to evaporate,
Watch my Blackness coming to penetrate

uh, yeah

While they see me doing badly but it’s tragic
That that shit ain’t happening, uh

Young brown boy from the WEST $IDE
Words move like spears thorn by Goodesy

I was never one for confrontations
P*ssy boy you better know

Push me it’s either ghetto university
or suburbia educate

Can’t blame me, that’s the way I was raised
There’s only one thing that I take

Just before you feel threatened by my shade
Remember that we all came from the same place

Look, I can never speak for custodians
Just know that their fight is our fight

And I’m not giving in Black and Brown people
In unison

Chorus

I’m open, I’m open, I’m open, It’s all bad

441 and it’s all Blak x2