My Kind

"My Kind" are those who breathe in the ghettos

And take lives away from a snitch

Who allows their voice to echo…

The watermelon loving young couples

Who sip on "kool - aid" to cool the heat

And aid their struggles

Those who sell drugs and brand it as a hustle

They did it for so long

They leave the light and take the tunnels

Those who can't read and write

Cause they dropped out

And now promote ignorance all around

Using the streets as a way out

I read somewhere that the phrase

eeny, meeny, miny, moe used to end with

Catch a Negro by his toe,

But now I see it as eeny, meeny, miny, moe,

How far will self-destruction go?

Cause "My Kind" is still a slave to the system

That continues to grow, you know why?

Because my kind are those who live the stereotypes

To the fullest, and since society expects it

They won’t fight it, and think it’s okay to continue living it.