Black America

These words are subject to change These past years all of us been on the same lane We died together We cried together Our ancestors and grand parents fought for our freedom But there are moments when u hear different sounds The same sound that goes in a cycle coming back around and around One hundred black men does not equal one Just because u seen his body language and pistol Does not mean another black man walking down the street has a gun because he is not the same one My mind is telling me the streets are too hot Physical I'm thinking I'm never gone get shot Because they here to protect and serve That's what u heard from a false guru Until a bullet go to your back From the direction of the man in blue You see we have been fed lies They was gone keep this from us until we die This time I ain't talking about just the human body that's black I'm talking about everybody family who got shot by the blue and that's facts People ask me what type of mind set I'm.on The type of mind set they will make u feel gone Micheal brown Sandra bland Erice garner Trayvon And the list doesn't stop there it keeps on going on and on They say we got a bad presence They say we got bad souls All of us are considered violent people under oath We gotta fight for our success Fight for our freedom Yes I just mentioned freedom Because with all the violence out there I just wanna be locked in a cage Because this day in age made me feel like a slave All I can do is Influence ya to help I can't change ya minds One day I'm change the world and everyone gone be fine Our blood has filled the streets Our hearts are filled with disappointment of actions the government and politics have committed I studied all this before anybody try to trip me up Now that's what u call a black america