BLACK AMERIKKKA

November 8, 2018

I been moving like a Pharaoh

Was told I’m a Thoro they running out of choices for living too narrow
Kids on drugs overdosed on the bus
Recording X final moments n****s missing the love
Don’t believe in they energy n****s rather be enemies

I rather fight the power with the brothers offending me
They don’t understand

A brilliant mind with a sharp vision and bigger plan

When s*it hit the fan they hate being the bigger man
Sadly enough they love putting n****s in cuffs

They silence us only hear us when they got us f*cked
F*ck

We only running out of time

They putting kids in cages fuck is wrong with they mind
F*ck is wrong with this country we still paying for school

Every time we try to build they taking away the tools
Gentrification still hurting the babies

They lock away our dads then call our mamas crazy
How that make you feel knowing that s*it is real

Slavery Trauma got us acting how you made us feel

STILL
They still shooting up schools

How do I tell my child duck down if he hear em shoot

Type of s*it make a n***a wanna act a fool

Maybe slave a whole race call it reversible shoes
STILL Slaves but this time we getting paid

Spend it on bullshit and wonder why we never save
S*it is chess not checkers but they love cheddar

Love it so much going broke and can never settle
So they figure it’s life and never figure it out

And try to judge the only n***a who done made it out

BLACK AMERIKKKA

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