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inpsirational 2 min read 760 views Dec 10, 2014

They Forgot

What's their motivation?

In this day of age

 

People hatin

Fake friends become enemies

The whole time they been fakin

 

Pay attention to what I'm sayin?

And who do you think you playin?

 

When you choose the wrong path

Not knowing we’re laid back

With our feet up

And just laugh

 

Saying to ourselves

Young black N****S

 

Amongst themselves

Killing each other

As fast as lightning struck

 

Bodies pilling

No need to interfere

Without the structure of the building

There is no way to hold them up

 

Not even realizing that they possess power

And if they put their minds together

They’d grow by the thousands every hour

 

I think to myself

How did they forget what they went through?

That’s it,

They didn’t have to go through

IT!!!!

 

No boycotts

Getting shot while being black

 

Forced to take a seat in the back

 

They didn’t get lynched or

Tied to a bench

 

While…..

Being sprayed down with a hose

Trying to stay alive while breathing through their nose

 

They heard of their people

Getting hanged by the dozens

 

But won’t put trust in their own people

And would shoot them

After an argument before they huge them

 

See

We are

Who we are

Since the beginning

Ruling things

 

Passing down corporation’s to our kids

Professional Sport teams

 

Capitalizing and getting rich off of N*****S

Buying our products while

We sit back and get richer

 

I ask myself

 

When will they join together?

And put their pride aside and ask each other for help

 

See I paid your ancestors by the penny

 

One of us

20 of y’all….(of you there were many)

 

Picking cotton sometimes 7 days a week

While their fingers blister up

In the scorching heat

 

Only to be let down at the end of the year

When it’s time to get paid

After I take out 50% of their earnings

From

The things they need to live off of like…


Tissue, food, cloths

They’re left with half of their wage

 

I paid them by the penny

 

You do the math

I was left with plenty

 

As I sit here and watch the news every night

I’m amazed

 

While another N***** is murdered

Laid down on his face

 

Will they ever wake up?

I asked myself

As I turned the channel

 

Left with a question in mind

What is there motivation?

 

 

 

 

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DallasCowgirl

Nice flow

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Superb flow! Thanks for sharing

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