is this who we are?

How did we get here? 
It's probably one of the most realistic but melodramatic questions in the world. 
because we know how we got here, trust me we do 
but we can't take it among ourselves to face the truth 
we rather ask questions that we already know the answers to. 
we rather walk around the truth instead of diving straight towards it
How did we get here?
you ask, 
why weren't we here quicker 
I answer. 
Cause to me this all just seems as a mechanism for ignoring what's really going on. 
Where exactly is here 
And how long have we been here? 
How long are we going to stay here. 
When will I be able to let my son or daughter be able to walk outside safety 
When will I be able to look towards the police and not away from them 
Because my face to them is basically a symbolism according to my melanin this girl is dangerous. 
She deserved to be shot on the spot. 
Sure she didn't do anything but man that blackness in her is scaring the hell out me. 
It's crazy cause were only 13% but you know that 13% is scaring the hell out of you because you don't know how to handle it being higher
So you kill it, before it has the chance to reproduce and be something great. 
But you see you're smart about it, you don't want this blood on your hands. 
So you get us do it. 
Black on Black violence 
Our people killing our people because they don't see it killing our people. 
Why don't we stop? 
Why don't we find a new place to go to? 
What do we need a yellow brick road? 
It's not hard, it's simple truth be told.

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