For the Bruthaz
Let me take some time to holla at my Bruthaz
gettin shackled and chained in this system that only fuccz us
Amerikkka was built on the backs of Black men
they stab a nigga in his back then ask why I lack friends
I lack ends,
see these white folks aint payin me no mind
til I'm fed up,
now got a plot to rob them blind
This is the thanks we get?
welts on my back from being whipped
display a hung man of color on a post card but call me sick?
You hypocrites!,
Bitchin "Why can't them niggerz forget?"
Cuz it's my history, a sea of Black fallen men
Souljahz,
solid in our method
Burdens like boulders,
yet able to smile through our stressin
Venomous as a cobra,
most stay true to they essence
Wise before we grow older,
but can't seem to learn our lesson
we know how it feels to be oppressed
pain and war scars at its depth
sista ride with me cuz you feel me so I'm blessed
Your kisses make a souljah feel the battles already won when it's not
your home cookin gives me strength,
protectin you when $hit get's hot
I use to act a foo'h,
I've called you out of your name in rage
but who sticks by me like you do?
Got me reflectin my ways
We want change we say,
so how do we get it?
the change we want it's hard to swallow to obtain it "We Must Live It"
in the midst of Bloodin and Crippin,
dope dealin and police's killin
I'm a man before anything so I'll respect you if you wit' it
I'm speaking to the Bruthaz,
I can't speak for the "others"
You say you luv your kids homie but their raised by a single Mutha
Bastard children,
seeds are growin without Fathers
You want your kids to have better than you did?
"It's in your power".
Never doubt yourself Brutha, Hustlaz of the earth
We're superior, We R Kingz even though we feel cursed
like death is right behind us,
how did we make it this far?
with the law tryna blind us with years that'll break your Mama'z heart
gotta keep your guard up cuz someone's always watchin
surprised the suicide rate aint high for us cuz I swear my death I've plotted
reaching into empty pockets
then I vowed it's ends I'm clockin
countin a wad of dubz and fifties taking my girl shoppin
The struggle continues,
get your money and that knowledge
pass 'em on to your kids,
watch 'em grow bold and solid
Go to college,
aint nothin wrong with an education
I rather be there than right here trapped incarcerated
Justice belated,
got a jury full of racist
I tried walkin down the block without being stopped but never made it
Why am I being followed in the store when I got money?
Fucc it! I'll take my business else where cuz this $hit to me aint funny
Don't just fear me society, fear my potential
once I tap into it I'ma give you hell with more than pencil!
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Last edited by CptdDcpt : December 21st, 2007 at 05:30 PM.
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