Listen With Closed Ears
We are all one in their eyes yet we all are broken up
We are all free yet locked away in the state of mind society wants us to be
We are all responsible for our actions yet forget why we did that action in the first place
All equal yet you look at me as a third of the man you are
Still held back by the shackles and chains our ancestors wore
Put weapons in our hands now and not expect us to use them
Still put the lethal white powder in front of us and expect us not to use or sell it
And now we are being suffocated
Not by the brawny hands of uncle sam around our necks
Not by the law holding us down with a steel boot
But by the red gushing blood that stains the sidewalk
And the thick stifling gun smoke that lingers around for months
So are you telling me i can't make something out of myself
So are you telling me i have to write rhymes or shoot a basketball to make it out of the box that i am put in
So are you telling me i can't be the president
You telling me i can't chase my dreams while I'm awake
Well now you can't tell me anything because my ears are closed and I'm done listening
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