Stereotypes
Why are we categorized
By the color of our skin
Instead of personalities
Coming from within
This generation is
So stereotypical
What would Jesus do
This is not biblical
These were not his intentions
This was not meant to be
Dr. King already told us
When he told us his dream
Why can’t I be black
Without needing to steal
Why can’t I be famous
Without needing to kill
Black people
Can still be good
Even if they do
Come from “the hood”
People say I act white
Well ignorance is bliss
If you have the shoe wear it
Only if it fits
How can I act white
What does that mean
Will I be prone to success
With pockets full of green
Since I’m classified as white
I guess my skin isn’t black
I guess I’ll never pull a trigger
Or sell a bottle of crack
They say that’s what blacks do
They say we’re all the same
Now hearing this
It’s really all just a shame
Does the color of my skin
Change how I act
Is it just their opinion
Or is it really a fact
Does the darkness of my skin
Say that I can’t be good
That I can’t be successful
Because I was raised in the hood
Black is just a word
Actions speak louder than words
You have to voice your opinion
If you want to be heard
You have to want change
And equality too
If you want to change anything
You gotta start with you
I read that Willie Lynch letter
He foreshadowed events
Introduced this ignorance
It’s been happening ever since
Black on black crimes
They used it for the slaves
We need to stop now
These are different days
This is self-hatred
We’re all the same
Don’t hate the player
Hate the game
We’re on the news everyday
We’re killing each other
We’re supposed to be family
Siblings from another mother
Forget the hate
Forget these gangs
Yall killing each other
Over some names
Allow no man
To belittle your soul
By making you hate them
The world is cold
If ignorance is our master
There will be no peace
Until this self-hatred
Begins to cease
Black on black crime
Needs to stop
We need to help each other
Make it to the top
The Klu-Klux-Klan
Still exists
But in this time
They’re having a hit
You’re doing their job
And having their fun
When will this ignorance
Finally be done
When will you realize
You’re destroying society
And killing every little
Hope of equality
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