ameriKKKa

To amerikkka Hard, blinding and powerful Thank you for the reminder that i am 3/5 of a being That the color of my skin is synonymous of old tobacco, bloody cotton & money green I thank you for keeping me mindful Reminding me that this contract was always binding Bound by the ankles and wrist Thank you for the reminder that you think my people are mindless To ameriKKKa I had almost forgotten About those days picking cotton I almost chose to forget about how my true history as been swept and kept for me I almost forgot about May 13th where you burned mothers and babies Just like Harriet did with my great grandma My memory almost escaped me. But true to your roots You let me know how in/valuable i am to you In- i must be insane to think that you could ever change The only reason I'm here because you couldn't handle picking your own sugar cane Skin couldn't handle the sun and hair couldn't manage the rain In- credible that i could get forget that nothing you speak is credible Am i to believe in the agencies that killed my leaders and then barely took credit for it Invaluable My value only equates to the amount of times you can put hot slop on my plate because of the fact that i sold a gram or an eighth Meanwhile, the holy trinity is on the cover of magazines and making bank The same thing you lock Black folk up for, give white men a 401K They get leaders and presidents of the KKK They get to be our leaders and our president and in the KKK If you're crack addict they give you treatment and rehabilitation But there are still Black bodies burning underground from Nixon's incrimination Oh, what a true, true, nation You have always turned your back on me As mine welted and bruised in the sun You always reminded me of my place on the the bottom rung We weren't meant to make it out of the 17th century But no thanks to you we managed to make Black presidential history And even that seemed like a miniscule victory Because my grandma can't even qualify for Healthcare although she's losing her memory Oh, ameriKKKa don't you remember me? Survivor. Descendant of the forgotten people. I ROAR. I bounce back. I bring life. We survive. So thank you. For keeping us on our toes. A reminder that we can never be complacent against the occupation of the federation A real life hunger games - just without the awesome futuristic space ships and shit You've given me a reason to embrace all this shit. Dear ameriKKKa Take your mask off, get on your knees, and pray I forgive you for this shit.