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slavery is futile. i refuse to go back. what’s all this bickery of race. don’t i deserve to be black? the population is dying. the public pointing their fingers. we mad insane homie. why you think it’s us pulling triggers. you was whipping boys on top of tree trunks in his image. you done took our credibility and f_cked up religion. why should i believe you, you feed off evil. never boondock the hood. you must be high or drinking green juice. we are not the same cause the white man set a standard. f_ck the police is why you wouldn’t undеrstand it. sandra blanc is dead and where was dylan roof abandonеd? now you say it’s our fault the streets are violent causing damage. it was two centuries ago when we was working for the masters. today, the government is out to put us into captives. executed since we’re losing, might as well pull out the hammer. we too stupid for this sh_t so now we do not use our manners. the white dominance, it still exists and that’s a bad site. it even crosses faces when your half white. you think i’m picking cotton out the ground you must be half right. the only cotton i’m picking is stuck between the sh_t to get my ass wiped. i see the ball dropping clear as daylight, enter stage right, the man of power watching every day and night. the fact is still remaining why the city shooting innocents. the obvious reason is that the nation will incriminate. we seen the pages of newspapers stories on cnn. the blood runs deeper in the south when you seek revenge. look around your neighborhood and see where it ends. the ghetto tore up from it’s richs and we broke yet again. on one note we mad as f_ck at what the system done to us. another point we wanna take from people that make more than us. and the focus of our color has the thought inside our heads, to go and load the glock and shoot a brother down dead

we need a change, lord please forgive me. save us from our enemies
we need a change, lord please forgive me. save us from our enemies

people ask why the negros are easy targets. cause we gang bang and live a purpose of serving violence. the hustle was once easy, the streets was once quiet. till the cowards in the hood get a rise from being indicted. seen the music of today and it’s a shame how it amazes me. the perfect culture stuck from being mentally crazy. the streets is louder than before n0body save to walk on it. and you’d be better off dead before you face your opponent. men don’t wanna be men and take a quick ass whipping. the first thing they do is load the clip and run back tripping. you n_ggas acting like n_ggas by saying ignorance is bliss. if the culture’s dead and gone you won’t exist. the blame is all on you the chance is yours are you gone make the decision? or will you cry yourself to sleep at night just hoping and wishing. that change will come eventually, until it’s to late to make it. you got the chance to be the greatest, your too lazy to take it. all you care about is money, nice cars, and shoes. you wanna hustle till you die and ain’t preparing to lose. stuck in the depths of this soceity not willing to move. you could’ve made some better choices if your willing to choose. you stay outta school, get high, and break all the rules. you worried bout the block and tryna make a life to be cool. the streets are good and well but get yourself together my dude. the family needs you out of trouble their dependence on you

- promonant

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