"This is Reality"

Everything happened so fast, no time to react. I don’t know what to feel, it hurts so much yet seems so surreal. People getting killed in the church, how ironic is that? People getting killed in school, how educational is that? “No place is safe,” I can promise you that (“A Racial Analysis”).

They aren’t what they seem, looks don’t mean a thing. You don’t know what they want, what their intentions could mean. He could be “searching for shelter or for God” (“A Racial Analysis”). He could be searching for “violence” or not (“A Racial Analysis”). No one really knows til he brings out a gun. The life they live, they do not choose. Yet they have to live it on their own. The world is against them, praising their sin and silencing their win.

 

People getting killed everyday, yet everyone living their lives like another day. Nobody cares, nobody knows what they go through. All they know is that they don’t have to. They complain about the shoes they don’t have, the jewelry they wish they had, and the Iphone they know they can’t have. Gambino puts them in their place, they looking like a disgrace.

 

Black men suffer through everyday. Not of the things they do not have but the things others will take. Blacks don’t ask for trouble but get it anyway. Afraid of the family they might not see today. Blacks know the world don’t look at them the same. “You just a black man,” you don’t mean a thing (Gambino, 2018). Everybody want them gone, even if they’ve done no wrong. “Black men earn their cash,” everyone wants some of that (Gambino, 2018). When black men ask for cash, no one wanna give them that. Blacks got “Gucci” on their wrists, leaving them wondering where they stole that (Gambino, 2018). They don’t think it’s wrong, they know blacks don’t belong.

 

Living a life unaware of fear, “violence and dance” don’t disappear. (“A Racial Analysis”). “Don’t catch you slippin,’” people will think they’re winnin’ (Gambino 2018). People kill lives like they’re worth no fear. America will dance and drink some beer. The dance they do, can distract these fools. They know they can’t be breaking no rules. Gambino looking like a mad man even though these are mad facts. Everyone refuses to believe him, even though they’ve seen it. Smiling only to fake their sin, even though they’re keeping it in. Shooters acting like nothing is wrong, that’s why they are making these songs.

 

Holding the blacks at gunpoint, they don’t waste a second to shoot them. Bullets hitting their bodies, gravity pulling below them. Dead bodies on the ground, shooters moving on. Dead bodies on the ground, no one knows about. Dead bodies on the ground, shooters live on. They killed an “innocent” life, a life they can’t bring back (“A Racial Analysis”). What is the meaning of that? Are they aware of what they’ve done? Or have they begun to just feel numb? Feelings and actions don’t correlate, underlying problems are below the surface. Unaware of all these problems, people begin to think we’ve solved them. Good vibes are a recipe for disaster, but everyone wants to live faster. 

Everybody take their lives for granted, yet nobody understands it. People don’t want to suffer yet they bring it upon others. People are so selfish, they want to be better than others. Seeing those who are happy, only makes them more angry. Black men get punished, even when they don’t deserve it. Everyone wonders why though, but no one knows the answer. Life is pretty uncertain, people need to live in the present. Living their lives in some fear, blacks don’t know what is real.