We must be on a shoot first ask questions later bases
Especially when you see black faces
Do you think we are all thugs on drugs, who mug for a living
Or all non working baby mammas on the warfare system
But when we bring up the question of our oppression
All of a sudden you start neglecting
Centuries of terror for murders in Chicago
Or fake statistics that leave remnants of non compassion to those who don't resemble our situation
This is blatant black chaos
I didn't feed it, I only admitted it exist
Hard truths die slowly but fast lies sink heavy
Burden left on the chests of the youth
Who get persecuted for standing in truth
So it looks to not appeal to the morale of those who are oppressive
But it wreaks through the souls on the receiving end
Now you want to hold hands in hopes to keep the power you murdered for
It is power you truly adore, you worked hard for it
But someone worked even harder
My ancestors built this country
And our youth will run this country
One day we won't see black chaos
Rather the faces of JUSTICE