The Heartbeat
Once upon a time, once upon a time
I have to say this and still try to rhyme
I just need to get my point across
God died for all of us on the cross
Nobody's perfect
We all worth it
But they looking down on us
Got to show em, yes we must
Minority Minority Minority
Blacks in a house together like a sorority
I pray that things change
Black lives in a guns range
Why black lives being taking day by day
Protect ourselves and we'll be in jail the rest of our days
I hate it, I hate it, I hate it
People acting like they scared to say shit
But I'm not going to be silent
Don't have to be violent
Just kill me with the truth in my words
Blacks are dead before the last shot is heard.
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