Our Martyr

He’s gone 

Because he couldn’t

stay quiet this long.

He wouldn’t let this go on.

This poverty, he wanted

to stop.

His goal slowed down

because he got shot.

He didn’t go down easy.

He needed our black communities

to become kingdoms.

They will dear Martyr,

I will see to it.

The son of a Black Panther.

A true revolutionary,

scratch the surface.

Barely?

No.

He fazed the government,

truce with Bloods and Crips.

Delores Tucker not havin’ it.

His music

got to it.

Just because he went through it.

He knew it,

the struggle.

The music today is not as passionate.

They’re not bashing it,

the problem.

It’s been a problem too long.

Our people gone be too on

soon!

We gone be blessed for many moons.

*The Hate U Give Little Infants F#cks Everyone*

T.H.U.G.L.I.F.E.

No it’s not nice,

being hungry and not
having money to buy bread.

We take lead

because they fear us.

Do you hear us?

We just want have money too.

It’s funny too,

‘Cuz you call us N*ggas.

We are

N.I.G.G.A.

*Never Ignorant, Getting Goals Accomplished*

You look astonished

ecause he promised

we’d come up.

We have but

we not finished yet.

First Black President

started us off but we gotta get

that 1%.

It’s common sense.

We’ll get it soon.

Be blessed for moons

& moons.

Not just every blue moon.

No we are not doomed.

And as long as the government

keeps us hungry

we’re gonna find a way to eat.

We’re gonna defeat

this poverty.

We’re gonna leave our martyr pleased.