Who Am I....

Still A Slave

Our Ancestors died 150 years ago

So We Could Be Rockin 

Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace

We still workin for da white man

Still pickin cotton

and still gettin grilled more than hibatchi

Family Members Get Dropped to their Doom

And All The Hatred and Evil was expressed in 3 sounds

Click, Clack, Boom

The Black Man's Dream Wasnt To Get Snapbacks and Tattoos

But Instead Start A Revolution And Help others When They In

The Most Depressing Mood

This Goverment,

This Media They Can All Suck My

But Ima Keep Fighin till i get that final lick

Who Am I....

 Who Am I....

Nevermind just a troublesome black 13 year old

And because of this ***ed up economy 

I'll never complete my goals

Just A teenage Colored Boy

Who Lives in the Ghetto

Where 8 year olds pull triggers

and 10 year olds rock stilettos

Great....Right ?

Forever Hangin On By Music and Poems

Just to keep being sane

Police look at me in disgust like

I got Shot in da Brain 

Oh Well

*** It

*** This Goverment

These Stereotypes

What The Hell was I born For

They Got Money For War But Cant Feed Da Poor