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Systematical Youth


Why do these jogger pants around my ankles feel like shackles?

Probably the same reason why my brother just got pulled over in his dodge charger.

If i can make a guess

Its probably because they’ve never seen a black man car look so nice

Nah,

It's probably bc they never seen one of us with a whip.

 

But at the same time I get it though

Because if you give a kid from my city a couple thousand bro,
he’ll probably spend it on a watch
Just To see the arrival time

of when the next bus will show.

 

Sad to say,

But see since there's been a lot a bs with u in the middle

here's where the bus stops

And you don't even gotta pay

 

Look at what they got you doin

It's Foolishness,

And these kids been food less

Since food for thought

Was given by fools from the news

Sayin blacks youth is full Guns in fist

Cuz they parentless.

When my father gave me

A hug and kiss

Those 3 days a week he got to see me

Because he was working overtime for my benefits

And That's the only time he wasn't around

So fox news stop making it seem like my type of black youth doesn't exist.

no shots fired

 

Parental guidance

Stop guiding these kids with violence,

Teach the truth to the new kids

Cuz if you knew kids

Then you'd understand the thoughts you have are clueless.

 

Abraham ain't free a damn thing

Because then came Jim crow laws

Does that give a ring?

muteness,

See this is the sickening truth that don't get spoke

So when i spit it

Pardon my mucus,

But I digress

Til it's time to digest

I wonder if Jesus would have saved me a seat at the last supper?

Who knows

But with a mindset of my generation

I probably would've canceled reservations

cuz jordan was dropping some rare release Nike new kicks

Stupid

 

Lets Check the cost on them nikes

I mean the price is just my life

But I'm willing to take that knife

Over some soles

I might just lose tonight

Along with my soul

All because these shoes are sold out, right?

 

Pay attention

Cuz i think Attention deficient is definite

Especially since

yall wanna focus so much on likes for instagram pics.

 

Picture me picking cotton

We say

Til Cops Catch us In trap houses

Them traps been labeled our coffin

you get the picture im croppin?

Or you still wanna hang with the homies

Yall don't realize yall hangin in them homes g

 

Cuz I really don't think yall know what the value of a neck is

I mean our Ancestors ain't just stick theirs out
Just so you can get that necklace

This system foul

they shootin us

then claiming they tech less

It's getting out of line

How'd yall not see that

That's was a technical foul

 

Look man

The system scan us

Then scam us

Ita scandalous

They see durags with gun straps

Before diplomas and tassels on square hats

 

Idk

I may be trippin

But when I pack my bags and go home

I bet I'll hear more about my gang banging
Brother robbery
Before I hear about their political corrupt cousin Robbin me

 

This system a drive you crazy man

Like I said earlier

It's all bs with u in the middle

And I know I said you ain't gotta pay

But you can't keep riding this bus forever man

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