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.