On a good day

My complexion gives them a reason to kill
Black is only beautiful when it’s cold and still
All our corners doubling as drug and liquor stores
Courtesy of the political parties we both hate and adore
Picking 6 and praying for better days
Completely conditioned and stuck in our ways
Walking home praying I don’t run into a blue shield
And get mistaken for a nigga playing the field
Making the best of life in a roach infested complex
Waiting for this self medication to kick in and take the edge off some of this stress