mamas tears paid the rent
peers made sense
dents in my pockets
sippin beers on the bench
it appears weve been sent
to expose all the goals n a dream that we mustve forgotten from long ago
long ago when it happened
americas entrapment
they gave us all that dope n told us to get 2 trappin
quoted the shlit in raps n aids gold n a crack binge
half of us locked in the prisons, where the fluck r my black men?
why the fluck we adapting? why did jena 6 happen?
never forget the genesis is our blackness
raise a black fist, letcha pride out
lets get back to black, stay out the winehouse
crucial time out, this is so needed.....
i aint trying to turn away.. its just my souls bleeding
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