Blacks

 

My people conducting race riots and protests
‘Cause you never know who’s next
The preacher talking about how all we’re blessed
All we have to do is believe and pass the test
My brothers contemplating running or getting shot
My sisters all up in the club taking shots
All our uncles too addicted to stop
All of us too concerned with reaching the top
Rather it be a high or fame
It’s all we got; it’s not a game
Our complicated history to blame
I mean how hard is it to treat us the same

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