One path
Two choices
Two scenarios
This ain’t how it’s supposed to go
I could have lost my life because of the melanin on my skin
I’m only hoping to win
But the same people trying to win
Are the same ones putting me down
One race
Yet we killing our own
All tears
Blood dripping
I don’t know what to do
White man walk pass
Blank expression
You don’t even move
Black man walk pass
All you do is screw
Same reaction back
Now your ready to kill
I’ve never been robbed by a white man
Let that sink in
Gun on the waist I could have lost my life
By the pigment of my skin
It’s fucking ridiculous
now I need a shrink
Black on black violence
We in a white mans world
It’s not even racism
It’s an observation
One night
One life
We just some cold guys
Trynna make a living
Broken down by the system
Yet we fuel the system
White men we dismiss them
Unless it’s big moves
Fraud
Or armed robbery on a Kensington estate
Cant even pick up my date from her house
Coz it’s a 6 story estate
And the “niggas” on her block need food on their plate
Jugg and rob
Now you complaining
That the white man take your girls
It’s a cold night
And I’m just talking facts
Pulp fiction
Pope fiction
Either way
I walk I ain’t strapped
Phones tapped
You live a different life
Fucking hell don’t you see it now
Real friends but we fucking acting like wolves in this God forsaken city
Promise land it was meant to be
But we divided by the Red Sea
Cain down I don’t know what to do
But I know we all able
What happened to I eat you eat
Yet everyone’s hands are out
Till they full like pigs
And don’t wanna share
But it’s all cool coz we together screaming fuck the pigs
We all black men
Right ?
Something I think you don’t have to be bright in order to see it
The system designed to keep us at bay
Watch the throne
But never get close to it
Because unfortunately
We ain’t even got seats on these tables
Shoot me for the information I dropped
Coz it penetrates deeper than a double edge sword
We just lost in this galaxy
Amazed you know I always be
I need to change my scenery
This feeling I can’t let it be
The struggles
The gray weathers
Failed endeavours
We all in danger
See we killing our own
Game of thrones Lifestyle
you just pawns in a chest piece
I’d like me a breast piece
Cooked by an African queen
And have African kids
And not be dead on the streets
But still be earning my keep
Flocking with sheep
Plenty of sleep
I can dream right ?
Let me tell you a story before I leave
But just can you believe
Lucid in my rocket ship
Bugging now I got a trip
Thoughts lead click
Another black man dead
Failed to this society
Please
Raise you hand if you believe ?
Kwamesayss
This is fire. I felt this one. I could relate to this.
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Thank you very much ❤️🙏🏿. I’m glad you could relate
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