life in the days

In my day Things were different In the good days Everything was alright Trying to get a bite Wasn't no fight But out of spite Shit ain't right Black man Powered down Minorities looked upon Not is the right sense My sense stays good While some of us r in the hood We all in it together Why not stand as one Don't be the against each other Endless killing Non willing dealing and stealing Has to stop Money is greed They want a way to the top Must stop to see What the world come to And might be 3eyes open None closed What are we proposed? Death....