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Stuck in these social situation
Instead of loving relations
All I see is closed minds in open spaces
Black lives like black faces in high places
White men have sticky fingers for heavy guns
Treating our women like they came from the house of the rising sun
Waiting for the next hooded stranger pass
Blasing little black boys back to the past
Watching little black girls shaking for cash when the slow beat drops fast
Us black people are the lowest in this caste system
Ask me about racial slurs
I can list em
If peace was a man, they would twist him
Tell him “Go to school and learn about all the isms, trust our white president, don’t resist or we’re gonna send your blackto prison”
We walk around with Ak’s and big chains like it’s fun
Part of the coke game to prove that they’re the one
Trying to face their problems, but all they do is run
Our grandmother and mothers and brothers claim to be church lovers
Screaming out we’re never suppose judge one another
But their the first ones to hate the raging colors in the hottest summers
Pride fest
Chest to Chest
I’m Strongly expressed
Sweetest breathe
I’ve been suppressed
The idea of karma is what I digest
The pastor says those who come to service are the only ones who are blessed
Why go to church for piety in a lying society, with cold sweat, drips dropping down their chest
Throat slits
Black pits
Pants ripped
Crisp diamonds, Crip signs, dried tears
And black bodies lynched
Sometimes I think this is a dream, I need a pinch
When I wake up
Young men stand on the corner to get their cake up
Young girls got their faces caked up with makeup
Breaking rusted chains on a black mind is the only thing that can save us.
