Oh my, Oh my
Am African,African American,
Gotta hide before I get a bullet, Oh my
So what if am black?
The Lord created ma skin dark
Beautifully, am a darkee.
Or wait! Should I say a nigger
Since thats what you prefer.
Because once upon a time, once upon a time
My Ancestors got in line,
Leaving all they had behind
Stripped of their minds
Freedom of choice chained, whipped utterly dispossessed,
Suffed into ships like some goods with no seats but the ground,
ready to go cold turkey on a journey of life....and death because obviously
not all survived to reach the tides of slavery and succumb to you, ancient and modern KKK
And now centuries later,
after we fought to breathe,
After Selma to Montgomery,
How old was Trayvon again?
Yea, right, we can't forget:
seventeen, when BOOM!
That bullet hit him
And are you still gonna tell me Michael Brown
didn't put his hands in the air?
He did, but did you care
BOOM raised to six on
the black teenager. You
really got issues.
"By any means necessary" Malcolm said
and you called him a terrorist.
Cliche yourself please, and look in the mirror,
see that which you call him look back at ya
I wonder what it is you really expect
Is it respect? From the very people who died in your hands just so they could survive.
You must have lost it, must be the side effects of so many bullets and triggers
ending black lives even if does not hit them
because you might have hit one but so many felt it ripping