Black on black on black on black Wood tar pitched and shackled back Back to back to back to back Paid in full no matter man fact priceless pain packed pickings to rack crack the back of blacks to stack paper to pay to paper for play and man Who's black backs crack and snap Crack sha clack to crack to Sha clack
Blood and labor and words no savior On roads and rails and rocks on street blocks Laws to wrap the black lack in locks dread locks and cops and knocks and knots Locks and laws and loops from logs backlogged black laws closed jaws and halls freedom is someone who knows the walls You live you learn you see no turn so learn to know no way to earn lose your job your home your wife A way of life is guns and strife knot in back no friend but lack black on black on black on black
Run from hoods in hoods and hide when the moon is full in a land of lies Sun by day means mad men by night Free from chains but not from spite for them deny and then deny deny deny deny deny Washed away with whittle white sight We musta been wrong when white is right
Cops on blocks in shops and hops Watch for the Man on beat on stops Crack on corners and broke back moms peddle from job to job then sob Mom and Dad Divorced by workforce Paid pennies *** many "Too dim of Course!" Get back, You black, No Slack, Take That can't pay em the same they'll ruin our aim For Good and Power and money to reign From hungry to dummy to nummy and slain held down by Presidents Planters and Pain The Pain so well ingrained in brain
So train a child the way to grow Get Money, Get Power, Get Good to Go Get Smart was said, but a hard road to *** Some Rattle some Crackle some Dream some Battle Moving the movement by Marching the Capital But capital got capped and Anger got tapped burning the bridges extended tween US When Fed help medicate minds but menial The gun clap on black when black on back burn the bridge we all worked to track but silent echoes sha clack sha clack Attack is back so black react
We gamble on gravity with coin of Change knowing the game ain't geared for gain ignore the lack of footing in rain For certain it's curtains yet playing the same blinders on, triggers on, surprise when maimed Forgotten the root so strange fruit ain't strange Aged in grief raged in street surprise when lame, inflamed, in heat We old in defeat deranged and weak should have been focused on governing seats Youth forgot when work was sought In a world wide web the mind was bought Trapped in chains unseen yet wrought To dream is deemed an impure thought Wonder why kids abandoned the plot A dream deferred is a dream forgot When truth repeats the gears don't stop When voting is bought the truth gets locked in cycles, in history, in catch phrase, then plop! Black and White in Chains Distraught Distraught no thought with teeth dry rot the lot has rot and lost its hot Slavery Antiquity and Dreaming De' mode' Truth is Questioned and Fiction la Mode' Truth is Fact too black for show So Back too Black to Act just mold Anger and fear our coal to hold remember regret, let go, too bold So revolt loose canary for gold too late to leap the mind will fold the future looks cold so cold so cold but the dice we roll and roll and roll...
But Why? When Blacks in Stacks in Fear; The Facts.
A Belief History of Black America.
It's a mentality steeped in grieving, I can't wait for all communities of humans to get to the Forgiving stage of grief.. the one not mentioned because it's so closely related to Healing. I'll be the first to admit that I'm striving for the Forgetting stage... but I am not there yet, but I'm trying Ringo, I'm trying real hard to find the God in Me.