"Blacks are so used to surviving we don't know how to live...
Blacks are so used to surviving we don't know how to live...
Blacks are so used to surviving we don't know how to live...
I said Blacks are so used to surviving we don't know how to live..."
We can't seem be be reincarnated into a better psychological realm where we understand freedom
Where we know who we are and we aren't afraid to be it
We are kings and queens
Rulers over lands but tha man took that away and recycled it as his own
Leaving us buried alone in confusion
Making many illusions of forgetting who we used to be
See it's no mystery we are all the same
But jus given different names
Beating to the same drum but departed by color of our skin
We just can't win
It's a sin and shame that we blame our state on them
We were freed but
"Blacks are so used to surviving we don't know how to live...
I said Blacks are so used to surviving we don't know how to live..."
My soul weeps immensely for my brothas and sistahs and my future brothas and sistahs
Cuz our journey is being lost in history's pages
And it amazes me how my 9 year old niece don't know about the struggle
Holding on to this as tight as a muzzle
No pieces to the puzzle put together
We endured nights and nights of stormy weather in these seas
So like frank ocean said lets pour out some champagne and lay this psychological bind to bed
It's insane how we claim to be free but we still seem to not learn the lesson of living
Being free of blaming everyone but ourselves
Free of the memories that haunt even our subconscious mind
Come on y'all
"Blacks are so used to surviving we don't know how to live...
I said we gotta learn not to survive but live"