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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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