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