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Gradual Genocide


Lets talk about society in 2018

Were children are now brave enough to behave like racist fiens,

Because there's a pig stuck in the 1860's running out country,

Who refuses to praise my brothers who've been heroes at a fee.

But to the white man who acts like he is 16,

The price of a black man's life will never be seen

As it should be,

What he should see,

Is the chaos he is causing in this soceity 

Where the destruction of my race is now a propriety,

Because our president has publicly 'dissed',

All the "shithole countries" where my brothers still exist.

Will we have to fight for our lives 'til the end of time?

Will my family one day be able to leave 12 in a dime?

One day I was pulled over in Georgia,

cruising in my Toyota,

Where I reached for my wallet, wondering if it would be my time,

His hand reached for his belt, so in my head I began to chime,

"Why can't I be accepted by the white man's eye?

When will the negative perception of a black man be accepted as a lie?

When Dr.King asked all the white and black brothers and sisters to hold hands

Did they do it with a smile because they knew that had endless bands,

Of bullets and hatred lying in their community?

Will my brothers ever escape their sterotype and recieve their well desereved immunity?"-Dr.AX

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