"Blacker The Berry – A Tribute To K. Dot"

Kendrick said with his pen he's the hypocrite of 2015
Well line up boys cause I'm the one for 2016
I'm white just like the moonlight that were wolves shed their skins in
But I'm ashamed of these white people I no longer believe in
So many problems, violence in the hood, depression under his hood, and love isn't understood
either we push em down or become friends, and what message is that going to send? 

That the answer is simpler, this is the way the world ends, not with a bang but with a whimper

Our suburb life earns us 3k's on the daily

While black kids skin gets turned faintly
I'm ashamed of the Europeans I represent
The slave owners plantation seem to pick me to shreds
I'm guilty I bare the blood on my hands
From Martin to Brown, to Gray this noose has got me in strands
The cross has been feeling like thorns pressing my skin
While the Pharisees see me and I try to blend on in

 

The whiter the berry the more bitter the juice
The whiter the berry the more bitter the juice
The whiter the berry the more bitter the juice
The whiter the berry what do I do?

I said I own the plot call me white
Giving a bunch of pain cause we're white
Put another in chains cause we white
Imagine now got stacks stacked high
I'm cracking up the whip scarring my eyes
But now we own every business on the block
We dooming them from the start cause we're white
Remember this, we finished off the race on the block, just remember that 

I'm the biggest hypocrite of 2016 
Wait just a little while and I'll say what I mean
I mean it's obvious my success is due to my privilege
Killing everybody in the concrete jungle outside of the village
Church clothes sagging to show it's weight 
Bringing me all the way back to hell for God's sake
Break out the chains and break out the bling 
Is it still 1965 cause I'm seeing the same thing
But tilt to the mirror you start to notice some irrational thought
That this battle is a white on black war
This sinful cynicism of people is causing a schism 
My dad probably going to hate this song so give me criticism 
More white problems that don't involve shooting
But if I acknowledge them Black Jesus making me feel like Judas
Why do I have to apologize for the sins of my ancestors
When this generation is still trying to find its message?
We understand the struggles in your battle
And we young-ins are trying to help without hating our pallet 
Just give us some time we'll figure it out
And white people dont think I'm chewing you out
But if I have to hear one more slur of hate I'm just gonna put a gun in mouth
BLOWH

 

The whiter the berry the more bitter the juice
The whiter the berry the more bitter the juice
The whiter the berry the more bitter the juice
The whiter the berry what do I do?

I said I own the plot call me white
Giving a bunch of pain cause we're white
Put another in chains cause we white
Imagine now got stacks stacked high
I'm cracking up the whip scarring my eyes
But now we own every business on the block
We dooming them from the start cause we're white
Remember this, we finished off the race on the block, just remember that 

I am the biggest hypocrite of 2016 
When you finish listening you'll probably drop off of my team
This plot is bigger than me, it's generational hatred
But I still have high hopes for this generation 
I'm white just like roses when they bloom
And if the shoe fits I'll give you the boot
You hate me don't you?
You hate my gramps hate, you hate my culture?
The fact that we benefited from your ancestors drive
And ironically now none of you can get a job?
It's moronic in these phonics I don't even know what the heck I'm saying
Am I telling the truth or am I really hating?
This as blunt as it gets, you think I'm racist but I digress
But I'm not an outsider nor an outsider looking in
I'm in the middle of this race war, and I don't know who's banner I'm waving
But while I'm trying to call my Caucasian brother's morals to action 
My parents say this divides us up like fractions
I'm pimped like a butterfly coming straight out of the cocoon 
And I feel like I'm salvaging for hate like a raccoon 
But no matter my position I feel as if I'm at a loss
Either my hood brothers or blood brothers will have me at fault
But how could I say that I'm for my black dawgs? 
When I don't even try to go and march for the cause!
Hypocrite!

This poem is about: 
Our world

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