everything we do is a crime,
it’s been like that for a whole lifetime.
black is a color no one wants to see,
police are shooting so “quietly.”
once we die, no one hears a sound
whites on the news but blacks are nowhere to be found.
making it to 18 is a blessing,
in the life we’re living everyone’s stressing.
police make their way out of a crime,
whereas if blacks did they’d be facing time.
murder is a small six-letter word,
but we have to yell just to be heard.
tears running down mommas’ faces,
“those police took my baby now they need to be put in their places”
you have to stretch to make life out here livable,
hoodrats on every corner yelling “we need a miracle”
working hard is something we all do,
we have to budge into places you guys just walk through.
we have to budge into places you guys just walk through.
no one cares enough,
everyone’s living alone.
you all persist, cuffs around our wrists,
while families are missed.
your fist in my lip,
remind me of when you guys used to whip.
if you put a c in front of opp you’ll know the biggest threat
but the sad part is, you all have your own mindset.
a jail cell is where most of us are held,
behind bars, serving time, the judge compelled.
lack of opportunity has broke our unity,
defined our identity
and marginalized minorities.
black lives matter caused a whole lot of chatter,
so all lives matter
was rathered.
was rathered.
sirens wailing,
blacks are failing.
i can’t believe you’d all have the tendency,
the answer is not white supremacy.
take a look in your rear-view, and all you see is the color
blue.
“keep your hands visible and make no sudden moves,”
police make the calls then say we’re all fools.
whites reach for the stars,
while blacks remain behind bars.
right before dinner some families pray,
wishing that they’ll live to see another day.
being black can sometimes get hard,
carrying the burden of all whites wanting you dead in a graveyard.
by the second more lives are being lost,
and those officers need to pay the cost.
if you flipped the script you’ll see what life is like,
waking up to a world where everyday you have to fight.
our ancestors were slaves,
beaten and abused
i’m conveyed that we’ll always lose.
what did they do to earn so much disrespect,
we’re always the number one suspects.
we all bleed the same blood,
so why can’t we all just equally love?
up to this day,
racism continues
i hope in the future this doesn’t cause any issues.
black.
black.