Brandon
I know specifically... that the poor so diligently,
race against the grain... strugglin for the fame of the enemy...
is it me... truthfully... educated n' backwords,
can it be, the books that raised me... written before blacks were free...
segregation still stands as the norm, planned us to mourn,
torn from the flesh... land... blessed man... shown to scorn...
watch the scheme when we ride hard,
cause you don't know that we walk over the roads that other negros died for...
stress here... yes we're... runnin in place n'
waitin so patiently... for the damn day that next check clears...
what can I say to em, cept blast out they cranium,
they scream ya name loud... when you stage dive out the stadium...
we aint weak... shit... rebound on the cowards,
slave niggas... only seek 5.25 an hour...
they some pussies, this bullshit is sickenin,
while they watch their bills stack... n' yours get you evicted...
Nique
It's so appalling it's... a risk to want to abolish it
Suffering from headaches getting beat by the stick of politics
An ill will to our people, and we appear to be feeble
Just because we ain't shackled doesn't mean we are equal
Where killing is lethal and helpful action is lacked
And every considerable downfall's a whiplash to our backs
We've established that blacks in time are still opposed
In a race where white's were winning years ago
Making amends in hopes to hide the truth
When most of us work as janitor's.....survival proof
In the eyes of whom attempt to stage the pullin
By whites who ancestors raped our women
So we've appealed, lost, years later, we're still off
From being more than inferior...and it's realtalk