To be exact

when it comes to black

no ones predating us

The founders went on conquest

Their mission was enslaving us

Colonies all our people

Livestocking and trading us

Saw power in our skin tone

And made a plan change it up

Saw God in all our faces

still chose to violate us

saw the beauty n our women

Then decided they should rape her

See us suffering in the streets

They use guns instead of tazors

Then sentence us to the jail

With a bunch of loaded cases

Now his comissary low as fuck

His baby mom ain’t showing up

His starving barely holding up

He smiling cus he going nuts

His son just started high school

Can’t get him on the phone much

His step dad gotta crazy mouth

So youngin fighting grown ups

He see his dad and let him know

his plan to hit the streets

Ain’t bout to ask his mom

or her new man to buy his sneaks

And Dad knows that once a man decides

he can’t be stopped

That nothing can derailed em

so he put him on the block

He tell him if gets caught

to keep his mouth on lock

And if they try to run up

Give em something from this glock

Ain’t learn shit from his dad

Except how a Demon

Society looking at him

like another curse seamen

On instagram they snitchin

Whole world no he wanted

And his mother going through it

Cus this ain’t life she wanted

She join a church

get close to god

Her head stay in a bible

He hiding what he feel in side

Too focused on survival

Plus he got his girl pregnant

Every night his thoughts spiral

Just another Black male

who got caught up in the cycle