Being black ain’t free is cost us our youth
We learned at an early age we can’t do what other kids do
We paying attention to the world cuz those our brothers that we seeing on the news
Everything is not black and white
But what I’ve learned in my short life that blacks have limited rights
Protection of the law comes few and far between
You can’t even catch a break if yell out “I can’t breathe”
You can’t carry a gun in an open carry state if you’d do some white police officer will soon decide your fate
When the issues of rights come up everybody looks left
Cause people think this is a game the ones with money get to be the refs
Life is just one bad cal after another
Like failure to indict unless it’s against a brother
All lives matter when white people are scared then the black lives need medical help and the situation needs to be repaired
We are only fighting for our existence to be acknowledged and respected.
All we got is knowledge and we’re just tryna protect it
We know how the systems work
We know yes mam and yes sir
We know how to work work work until our knuckles bleed and our backs hurt
only to stay at the bottom and to be stuck in the city while were kept out of white burbs
We wanted to grow as a people but settled for being “equal”
Sometimes I feel like the 60s was just the prequel
Because this cycle of evil is transparent and therefore your intentions I see through
Black lives matter was made to acknowledge our presence
but the phrase gets a bad wrap cause we now consider our blackness a present
To be young gifted and black means that you know what it means to pick up the slack
The slack that has been placed on your shoulders, to carry the weights that act as boulders to anchor you to your roots, and to bear knowledge, like a tree with strange fruit.
Black can be excellent with big hair, nice Jay’s, and tattoos.
We can be successful without confirming to chemical relaxers, and whack suits.
Don’t believe us just watch and our black youth and we will show you what our black do
