Death Sentence

We hide from the truth…

Behind our XXX videos

And our liquor 80 proof

And allow ourselves to be called niggas

Go figure

All we do is drugs, produce babies, and pull triggers

And sit and pay taxes

To a government that sits watches us in poverty

And just laughs it, off

While the niggas of our generation

Do everything to not seem soft.

So why is a good man hard to find?

‘Cause too many have been brainwashed

By Benjamin to ever find

Anything that isn’t placed right in front of them.

Give a nigga something and

He’ll do everything except cherish it…

They took off the chains of slavery but now we embellish it

In different ways

That’s why we call a car, a whip

And worship when we get paid

So we can buy Jordans, rims, and hair extensions

Never spend money or time with our kids did I forget to mention?

Who needs education be a street nigga

Then our kids get strapped gun claps to defeat niggas

But know it’s an insult when I repeat nigga

Because we are bigger then that

Doper then crack

Our kids only dream as big as a tack

Because the only thing they see is what’s around them

Instead of helping them, media astounds them

With dreams of money and fame

No matter the pain

The only people who make it

Are those that refrain from speaking of the struggle

So listen my sisters and open your eyes my brothers

Embrace each other

Stop trying to erase each other..

Because the future is in our hands

If tomorrow things are the same then understand

That you could have made a difference

We never help each other

Which has sealed our death sentence