[Verse 1] Mama counts cans, lights cut on Tuesday Church on Sunday, pray rent come through, hey Food stamps stretch like barbed on a fence line Rust on the truck but we still gotta get by Outsiders talk like it’s easy here Like a prize in my pocket I don’t see this year Tell me ’bout a ladder I ain’t never been near Only steps that I know go down to the pier House leaned over, rains through the rooftop Pills in the creek, boys sleep on a fold-out Cousin did time for the same thing they scroll past Judge hit him hard, said “you people just don’t last” [Chorus] On this gravel road, tell me where’s my privilege Hand-me-down hope, broke bones, broke bridges If I’m so blessed, why the fridge stay splinter? Why the heat cut off every time it’s winter? Say I’m born on 3rd But I’m still in the ditch Y’all keep talkin’ ’bout a world I ain’t never been rich On this gravel road, tell me where’s my privilege Same storm, same sky, different pigment [Verse 2] I know history cut deep, yeah, I read that page See the chain-line, headline, old hate, same rage I ain’t sayin’ you ain’t hurt, I ain’t claim your pain Just sayin’ I ain’t cashin’ checks off your last name Never owned nothin’ but the bills in my surname Granddad coughed black dust, died for a work wage Textbook say I’m “the man” in the hallway But the rent man see me and he laugh in a cold way Politicians point fingers so we point ’em too Fightin’ over crumbs in a big man’s room They sit back, sip sweet when the pot boils While we scrap, same class, same soil [Chorus] On this gravel road, tell me where’s my privilege Hand-me-down hope, broke bones, broke bridges If I’m so blessed, why the fridge keep splinter Why the heat cut off every time it’s winter? Say I’m born on 3rd But I’m still in the ditch Y’all keep talkin’ ’bout a world I ain’t never been rich On this gravel road, tell me where’s my privilege Same storm, same sky, different pigment [Bridge] Maybe both of us hurt, just in different ways Both tired of the lines that they draw on our names If they keep us swingin’, we don’t aim up Two chairs break while they fill their cup [Chorus] On this gravel road, tell me where’s my privilege Hand-me-down hope, broke bones, broke bridges If we both broke down, who they come to fix first? Why we both in the back of the same old church? Say we born on 3rd But we stuck in the ditch Only way that we win When we see who got rich On this gravel road, tell me where’s my privilege Same storm, same sky, different pigment [Bridge] Say my story simple You ain't seen these roads at night When the gas gauge flirting empty And the pills cost more than life Stop pointing at my pigment Like a winning lottery slip My people on the same cold floor Different accent, same chip lips (skrrrt) [Outro] If this is white privilege Where’s my silver spoon? Where’s that magic money I’m supposed to lose? Got holes in my sneakers Got bills past due If this is white privilege It ain’t come through (hey skrrrt)

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