no money more problems
In poverty we've lived under power
for as long as we can remember and
not only do our roots grow in our culture but
within crack pavements designed without
treasury see our mothers had us here, Beneath our
street ancestors blood, bleeding our scars
that were carved in from the minute we were Born,
making our blood run from the suburbs of
Harlem New york to the murals painted on the Mexican
streets of L.A leaving us into itching hands for money
from our secret Great depression because of our colored
skin we have always lived in this urge
to escape the four walls that make the ghetto
and yet there are still the pages in our books
labeled history of our people only to make white people
look better because their money problems are much more greater
than my family ever had it as if they didn't make
the sun cities of what use to be Mexico kneel before them, and
the whips that cracked on a slaves back during the
seasons of cotten and grapes though these times weren't are
fate cuz after all these years were still left in dept and
low minimum wages paying for our own sufferin
And theirs is this fucke up economy which probably
won't last long since they expect money from other countries
Shit America would shut down if Bill gates wasn't rech
anymore leaving us under same impressions as we have always
been known for, farm workers to maids serving civilized rich people
from the 1968 assasinated preachers teaching us that
even if one day we unite were still different because of money
See for as long as we can remember they were born in
their own benefits raising politics jobs and schools for their own
kind which is why we're scripted in books of only all the
times we were looked down upon, making there pages live on
chapter one and its from starts from the Europeans conquering
our broozed up bodies with money then it ends with the
rest of us dying of empty hands in...poverty
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