Jun 2013
It's crazy how I am posed as a threat to the American society.
It's crazy how I fit the description of any crime. Because they profiled me, by my race.
Because my pigment depicts the actions and I'm just their next hit.
I'm just waiting for the blow to the head that will exploit my brains
Scrambling them into pieces on the street.
It will reveal what they fear
I guess brown pigment signifies a corrupt mind.
Mind you, that my homicide will make the world a better place
Because there plans are to get rid of the "filth"
Now you tell me who's corrupt as they wash their blood stained filthy hands.
Don't worry, because these ****** think they're on a mission to save America.
The tactics are changed, so don't be fooled the goal is the same as 60 years ago.
They fear my intelligence, because before they believed I was completely illiterate
But now.
They feel fear when they see me
Tremble when they hear me speak.
My articulation shocked them and left them on their knees, begging.. For their superiority back.
They label me as a thief, because that label has been jacked.
It's just unbelievable that fear has left my brains shattered on this concrete,
But are my black roots too strong for defeat?
Do they fear the strength in what they once referred to as a disease?
A curse by god, a lifelong flaw, it seems quite odd wait a second...pause
I’m an upstanding citizen by the standards of society
Though if they see my skin, like Christ three times they’ll deny me
Counterfeit Christians and let I not mention the leniency in religion.
Let us not stray I’ll get back to the beginning,
It seems quite odd they expect us to forget rather than forgive them.
Mentally weakening the dreams of the enslaved black beings
Sparking wars of race within a race
Willie Lynch thought he perfected his methods of slavery
But methods of our African ancestors taught us to bend, but never break
In a centuries time the change will blow your mind
From being chained and put in line, to inspiring culture in ignorant minds.
So raise your fist and clench it tight,
In hopes my brains don’t meet the concrete tonight
It's crazy how I fit the description of any crime. Because they profiled me, by my race.
Because my pigment depicts the actions and I'm just their next hit.
I'm just waiting for the blow to the head that will exploit my brains
Scrambling them into pieces on the street.
It will reveal what they fear
I guess brown pigment signifies a corrupt mind.
Mind you, that my homicide will make the world a better place
Because there plans are to get rid of the "filth"
Now you tell me who's corrupt as they wash their blood stained filthy hands.
Don't worry, because these ****** think they're on a mission to save America.
The tactics are changed, so don't be fooled the goal is the same as 60 years ago.
They fear my intelligence, because before they believed I was completely illiterate
But now.
They feel fear when they see me
Tremble when they hear me speak.
My articulation shocked them and left them on their knees, begging.. For their superiority back.
They label me as a thief, because that label has been jacked.
It's just unbelievable that fear has left my brains shattered on this concrete,
But are my black roots too strong for defeat?
Do they fear the strength in what they once referred to as a disease?
A curse by god, a lifelong flaw, it seems quite odd wait a second...pause
I’m an upstanding citizen by the standards of society
Though if they see my skin, like Christ three times they’ll deny me
Counterfeit Christians and let I not mention the leniency in religion.
Let us not stray I’ll get back to the beginning,
It seems quite odd they expect us to forget rather than forgive them.
Mentally weakening the dreams of the enslaved black beings
Sparking wars of race within a race
Willie Lynch thought he perfected his methods of slavery
But methods of our African ancestors taught us to bend, but never break
In a centuries time the change will blow your mind
From being chained and put in line, to inspiring culture in ignorant minds.
So raise your fist and clench it tight,
In hopes my brains don’t meet the concrete tonight
By Jay Bryant and Zhane Gay
