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its hard as hell, when no one knows peace, its hard as hell, when you off in these streets, refusing to see the afterlife, there prides get in the way, from generation to generation the drugs stay, exact activity is happening in my community, so dont be surprised that bullets isnt new to me, the news get paid not pay a fee, thats why i believe that Martin Luther King had a nightmare instead of a dream, jails and prison is filled with black people, then you thought that we was all equal
i guess, our mental is simple, our prides jumped out the window, the babies turned crazy from the 80s, now mothers is too scared of there own children, its cool to take drugs, its cool to become a thug, but wheres the love, the inner city is crime ridden, the panics is sit-ins, pick up a pistol instead of fighting, reciting off these qoutes theres no denying, people lying trying to protect there feelings, then they go to bed dreaming, of a safer being, is this human nature killing each other
NAW, its black on black crime, we the only race taking time killing each other, no jobs, so they rob me or you, mentally its better me or you, so what you thinking right now, can you look back into your community and be pride, can you walk around with a smile, old friend turn foes and young girls you use to raise turn hoes, so is im bold to relate to some of my communities problems, realizing the situation, then you make the concentration, of these what we are facing, you not thinking of what to solve this, involve this
is it that the children miss the tender lips of there mothers kids, or the father who left that they didnt even bother, experience is what they taught us, we fought to survive the holocaust, now the present is the past tossed, everybody want to be somebody, so there reputation dont help you much realize, idolize the trauma, the dram isnt to far behind, slanging drugs and guns, one bullet fly everybody ducking and running, another death is what i know one thing, can a caged bird sing
too many of us in the cemetry, the middle class hold a blind one, the government and the police is telling everybody a lie, mothers still crying to there lost, is that paying a cost, no, i get it, America is making bank off us, no matter if we fuss and cuss, we have a price tag on our head, more money when we are dead than alive, listen that meaning funerals, gas, food, news, drugs, guns, advertisement, etc. only death made money sound better, if they want to keep us alive than lock them up
the jails and prison is a private property and everything in the system is made by the system, elaborate on that thought (im not rhyming no more. im about to state facts). since the prison is a private company or property they get paid such amount of dollars each year, beside to the point that they get paid for the inmates up company, like food, clothes, and water, (which they give you the bare miminum). beside the fact that they have a slave labor called the chain gang. now if you dont know the chain gang its is where a group of people go out and do varies works and get paid 30 cents of the dollar. now the fact that you getting paid goes right but to them because its a little thing called commissary.
i can go for hours let me stop now
