Do you Really?

A mind is a terrible thing to waste Reality is too effortful to face We all have a dream today Gone is authenticity You've allowed them Access to your "Manhood" Spoon-fed the lie of "toxic masculinity" Inner resources of the average black soul Is deceased If King's intellect is still alive By us there's no peace for his mind to reside You love a immigrant you've Never met In an instant tell a homeless black man To back away from ya ride Bunch of fake ass real niggas With damaged pride He had a dream Woke up Then died To him we owe a debt We don't approach higher Learning for the ladder Merely for the White man's check After him we Morn For intelligence We fell Short A rolling of the tide Of sorts To kill each other Unrighteously is the real favorite sport No matter the team you support Team black they've engineered us to abort We don't faithfully Honor King The Government allowed us a day to purport Sergio W