Feel My Struggle

I listen more than I talk I observe more than I converse And all I've notice, shits gotten worse My mind is split in all directions, it's diverse And in reality all this pain and struggle makes me not care if I die first The cops is harassing my people It's not freedom, it's just another written struggle of the sequel We are not lazy, and we are not asking for anything free All we've ever asked for is to be free Free from suppression, free from racism My people tried to better themselves All we ever asked from you was a little help But we are past asking Now you got them out here slanging and blasting And all you can say is that we don't try We did try, the Brown Berets did But what did ya'll do? You killed, arrested, and destroyed the movement of the Brown community You did the same with the Black Panthers The ones who came from slavery and from underpaid and abused ranchers They united But the government grew afraid So every street of a Black or Brown they would raid The patience grew to impatience Then if it wasn't enough, them bastards introduced drugs into our neighborhoods It destroyed families, and it created gangs Shit that's what happens, and I'm scared to admit it but I think my brother slangs Question it, and ask, is this living right? But we can't come to our senses b/c we can't even see eye to eye Browns killing Browns Blacks killing Blacks Browns killing Blacks, and Blacks killing Browns I cry when I'm alone I don't even know what else to say But all I know is that this shit can't stay this way