Black Community
Black community
Now look back
At the word called black
Or better yet there community
Because its all love but as soon as you making ends There's no unity
You trying to make out
But they just trying to take you out
With the crush your dream revovlver
The endless hater problem solver
When they see you grinding
They wait for a calm time like when your unwinding
Then they shoot a bullet to the heart
With the words how are you going to make it when I knew you from the start
You were never really nothing and still kinda are
Then pull back to bust one in your cap
Gave the bullet to your head
But you still got life it don't leave you dead
But it crush the dreams inside you
With the words you can just do as I do
Sit around never become anything
Your mothers a stay at home mom and your father at a factory so that limits your sky to not to many things
And the moral of the story is the world is cruel becuse they'll take your life and keep you breathing
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