What the fuck
Man I’m fuck up ,
Man I losing my mind ,
My family falling apart ,
Nobody close no more,
Everybody got their own group ,
Everybody got their own favorite cousin ,
Everybody distance ,
Everybody fighting ,
It’s like we not even family ,
It’s like we not even dieing ,
Why family don’t get together no more ,
Why family don’t help family no more ,
Why everybody gotta pick & choose who to be there for ,
Why can’t we all be there for one other ,
Why do we only come together after death ,
Why do we all come to the funeral,
If we not gonna change our ways ,
Why asked for people number if you never gonna used it to call ,
Why don’t cousin hang together no more ,
Why we do more for our so called friends then we do our own children & family ,
Why do we trun our back on people that love us the most ,
Why do we go around wasting people time when we know we not ready to settle down ,
Why tells lies ,
Why do we put our own down ,
I asked these questions because,
I lost my father ,
I lost my grandmother,
I lost friends,
I lost my favorite cousin ,
I watch my ex boyfriend die in front of me ,
I watch my friend take her last breath,
I watch children play outside & get killed for no reason ,
I watch cops kill our black man ,
I can say as a black women it’s hard ,
It’s not easy ,
But my people we not making it better ,
All those that fought for us
Lost their life is this really how we say thank you ,
They wanted us to love one another ,
They wanted us to care for one another ,
They wanted us to fight for one another ,
They wanted peace for our people ,
Yes today we are still fighting for that ,
But our fallen soldiers showed how to go about it ,
Let’s go back to our roots my people ,
What the fuck
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