I'm Talking To You

I’m talking to you Hey There you! Pull Up your pants, how dare you walk around like that and call yourself a man Pants hanging low, you should be ashamed of yourself That’s the reason why they created “The Belt”! Fix yourself up, boy its two thousand and thirteen You want to be a thug when you have an opportunity to live free! You’re so worried about the way that you look You should be more focused and put your head in the books Do you know how many people fought so that we can walk around But then you’re walking around here with your pants low to the ground A chance to go to college a chance to go to school, a chance to be anything, but you’re worried about being cool? It’s not cool when you’re sitting behind bars It’s not cool when you can’t own a car Once you get in trouble, trust me your friends won’t be around But I guaranteed they will there while you’re being put in the ground You may not have had a mom or dad, but that’s still no excuse Because at the end of the day you are still responsible for you Martin Luther King Jr, didn’t dream for you to kill Didn’t dream of the black man dying off, to him this was unreal Rosa Parks didn’t give up her seat for you to sit cuffed in the back Malcolm X didn’t fight for you to turn and start acting like that You spend two hundred dollars on a new pair of Jordan sneakers Or six hundred dollars on your car, to get those brand new speakers What ever happened to investing in yourself? Learning how to be safe and watching your health? Teaching your children the meaning of a dollar Getting rid of “Baby Daddy’s” and creating the “fathers” Working on Wall Street, school at NYU How can we go from 1 million fighting Now there is only a few We were once slaves who had our freedom hauled away It’s so sad that it’s coming back gradually everyday We blame the government and our president for things they did not do We live in a free Country RED WHITE AND the BLUE Red signifies bravery, justice is the blue White is what they fought for, to get freedom just for you! Next time you yell out “Nigga” or you throw a flag in the sky It becomes a day that another “brotha” dies When you stand on a corner, when you should be at work Just think of the person next to you, wearing you on their shirt RIP to the black boy, Hail to all the Men Stop picking up the guns and grab yourself a pen Get yourself some khaki pants, and a button down shirt Think about your coolness last, your presentation comes first Stand up for what many have lost And what we have come to Next time your pants are hanging low Know that I’m talking to you. Written By: Janay Saxon