Black Thoughts
Black man lost
How many black lives will it cost
For us to realize that the real lies are the ones we're too ignorant to hear
Lost to society, faced with the reality
From the day a brown baby is born
He steps into the life of a systematic storm
All hope has drained from our people
We thought this war would end when they abolished separate but equal
60 years later we fighting the same battle
Cops killing innocent blacks with their hands up
Young kids only thinking about getting their bands up
Generation has lost its sense of unity
Shooting each other on a daily, violence has infected our community
So many fatherless homes, mothers working 2 jobs just so her child can cop the new foams
Young brothers learning to be men on their own
Blinded by fast money and clothes begging the drug man " to please put me on "
I see you copping expensive gold necklaces
Modern day chains and whips
While more blood sheds between rival gangs
Infamous bloods and crips
Struggling to make it out of the neighborhood
Holding an Arizona and skittles somehow he's up to no good
8 Years we had a black man control this country
Look at our people on the streets still poor and hungry
As you drive in your BMW, disgusted by your brother or judging the one selling rocks on the corner
When we all face the same struggles, we no longer unite
Lights hating Dark
Slave master was right
Learning OUR history through textbooks and online sites
Is really BLACK history if it's what the white man writes.
They hate our existence, call us animals for our resistance
Tell us to love ourselves and embrace our culture
How they try to define us and they don't know the meaning?
Their misjudgements and accusations are all so misleading
Make us hate our black skin
The inner issues begin
Now we have a black girl lost
How many broken hearts will it cost
Hit with the thoughts that she could never be more than a baby momma
Stereotypes that everything about her is full of drama
That her hair is too nappy
& her nose too big
Her hips too wide, that long hair has to be a wig
Upset when called a Bitch, but smiles when the young boys and her friends put bad in front of it
Dirty looks at her in the store, employees staring at her purse
Funerals every week, nother black man in a hearse
Self conscious about her color
But puts on a smile to pretend
Like she doesn't envy the girls in the magazines and their glowing light skin
Being a black female fighting hard to fit in
To the ones who never hear it and the ones scared to see
Black people you all have a purpose
You mean something to me
Excuse me if I wasn't polite
The truth is harsh and with my words I shined the light
Until we come together , unwinnable shall be this freedom fight
Black Thoughts I defend on this cold winter night
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