Reflection of My Complexion

The reflection of my complexion >Isn’t just a simple question >It’s a journey spread across every nation and direction, >It’s a time to learn a lesson, >For us guys to stop killing and them girls to stop undressing, >Cuz all of its deception, >And all of its subjective >A government directive >To have us living ignorant and reckless > >The reflection of my complexion >Goes back to Africa the motherland, >Where we had respect for our sisters and our brothers land >The lush stretch of the savanna, >Giraffes in the plains, monkeys eating bananas >The kingdoms and glory >And the untold stories, >That were lost in confusion >And keep out of libraries and institutions > >The reflection of my complexion, >Dates back to enslavement, >Brand marks on our bodies call it human engravement, >Don’t want be a slave? Then blow ya brains on the pavement >And the sad part is we the ones that had paved it, >Wasn’t allowed to read cuz they thought we was brainless, >Then kill us with no record, because we was nameless, >3/5 of a person so our bodies was graveless > >the reflection of my complexion, >comes from massa abusing mama all up cabin, >if papa said something they would let em have it, >see the whip was so common it became like a habit, >addicted to beating us, they was tyrannical addicts, >yet when they look us in the eye they still see a savage, >we was like lambs to the slaughter >they had our sons picking cotton while they was raping our daughters > >The reflection of my complexion >Contains much more than gangstas and whores, >Heroes, from the buffaolo soldiers to the Civil War >And we thought we could be accepted >But they had something else in mind >They gave us all guns and sent us to the frontlines, >The civil war ended and we was freed from slavery >Yet cast to the side as they forgot about our bravery, > >The reflection of my complexion, >in the 1900s, >strung up from trees, my people dead by the 100s >mistreated and beaten, >we fought in WWI for our country, but what is the reason? >We will never be accepted cuz they fighting the demons, >As the blood keeps streamin >And the voices keep screamin >The reflection of my complexion, >After being made as a slave and treated like property >Being forced into ghettos and born into poverty >Always kept down by a whip chain or a nightstick >So do we have less rights or are we just rightless, >Listen up America, you might not like this, >But last time I checked god made us all in his likeness, >Yet for some reason even despite this, >You always find a way to strike us down like lighting, >But no matter what happens we gone keep on fighting > >The reflection of my complexion, >Called for revolution, >Dismantled of the institution >Abusing and using >And for a moment they was losing, >But they killed our leaders >And got into shootings, >Bunchy, Malcolm, King, Huey yeah the list goes on, >But in the end we still stand strong > >The reflection of complexion, >In the 80s we finally got our respect, > Treated like people but there were was catch, >We gone toss these drugs and infect yall with aids, >Put it in ya food all in the koolaid, >Then a return you give us bad grades, >And we gotta kill yall now cause yall killing each other >Bloods and crypts, is who running the streets, >Yet really it’s the man hidden in deceit > > >The reflection of my complexion >Isn’t just a simple question >It’s a journey spread across every nation and direction, >It’s a time to learn a lesson, >For us guys to stop killing and them girls to stop undressing, >Cuz all of its deception, >And all of its subjective >A government directive >To have us living ignorant and reckless >Its seems ok but I hate to bust ya bubble, >Even though our president Is black we must continue the streuggle