Beat cause I'm black in America.
I endure racism,
Misconception and devised plans,
I lack introspection and revised plans,
So I strum to the beat of the white man.
I strum to the beat of defeat,
Won't you jump off my back I CAN'T BREATHE!
Won't you recognize my peice is of peace and not shoot at me?
My peace piece was internal but you brought your guns,
My economy was communal but you brought your funds.
Fuck you pig and your pork and your high blood pressure!
Now blacks beat drums, bang drums, rob drums like we ain't one!
Our hands made drums.
Now our hands bang, because a high bloods pressure feels the void of attention lacked from a distanced father figure.
I got no boat, so I cannot float.
I cannot swim. I cannot think for myself.
Stereotypes meant to trap and hold us down.
So instead of standing we sit and quit in hopes you acquit but you are guilty.
We blacks are the plaintiff and the enviorment is the jury.
The real drugs and thugs are produced by you, you are white, in charge and above the law.
A law that benefits the benefitted and mistreats the in need. I'm now your istrument of ignorance you feed me less yet I still feed your greed.
I must play your game to provide soil for my seed.
But know that rose that arose from the concrete in the LP inspired me to grow a garden in my own streets.
And to he that y'all thought was me...
I am FREE.