We were born with a conscience
A path to self-destruction
Followed among the prints
Based on the justice of obstruction

Don't mind the young mind's perception
It doesn't know so well
Unfortunately it's natural selection
A life where criminals dwell

There is no end to the cycle
That leads to our demise
Lives seek a disciple
A little bit of a surprise

As our life begins
We enter the pit of hell
Determined by trends and it depends
On the skin color of a black male