Blackaphobic

Peace, war, love, hate. Question is which one gon' work? Too many of us died, black bodies trapped inside That dirt. I'm a black Christian, but I wonder What you call me first. 'Cause it's one I get to choose, and one I couldn't change since birth. I guess it doesn't matter, all us gon' end Up dead or worse. This nation blackaphobic, You can't wipe my power off this earth. Them demons kill you 'cause they weak and leave Your wife and child accursed. Match that energy, you on the road to hell Without a hearse. We like to give each other Pain and diss that name inside a verse. Y'all like to take wrong misses aim and blow That brain all over shirts. See, to me it's all the same, just a Different way to hurt. We so used to darkness that we start to Laugh when y'all get murked. Mike your soul, put the bass all in the Beat and watch her twerk. We don't love each other right, why you think We go berserk? We get used to all the Evil, it get hard to go to church. They say our lives are all the same, how We 'posed to measure worth? What you preach and who you reach, make your Mark on holy turf. Start a revolution, if we see it through, Then what's the perks? 'Cause America like sex, Money, guns, drugs, and merch. Now you know that we the wave, and the Whole world wanna surf. I cry for Fred Hampton like you cry for Charlie Kirk. For Malcolm X, Medgar Evers, Martin Luther King. Man, I cry for Fred Hampton Like you cry for Charlie Kirk. 'Cause it's sad when a man die just for Using words. Aye. Look. Aye. Cuz had to chase some meth heads out the Parking lot. Caught 'em stealing property just Departed at the shop. He gon' put some niggas in the cut just To watch the spot. They gon' beat that cracka 'til somebody go and Call the cops. Aye. Ain't nobody gon' stop 'til they call the Police on that boy, that's crazy. Aye. Haters killing family 'cause they broke, That is not a scope. Everybody reaping what they sow, this is how it Go. When it's been so long, you just gotta Serve it cold. Use the knowledge that you know, And give it like you owe. I can plug you with the folks, but really It's just you and God. We all got our own paths, I can't tell You not to slide. Say a prayer, meditate the Mind, then you can decide. Everything you do to them, you gon' feel it All inside. We don't do all that online, we prefer to See it live. Even ask you if you sure While we handing you the iron. Is it easy on the soul, or harder on The mind? You can't get away with sin, But you can get away with crime. Imagine we could take extended clips and travel back In time. Drag the Klansmen out the house, Hit him with them Ks and nine. Put his canine on the line, burn them sheets And lynch the dog. Rip the canines out his jaws as a souvenir For all. If we never integrated, Wonder what would be the laws. If we learned to work together, what's the problems It would cause? 'Cause the Nazis say they that, Five Percenters say we gods. But it ain't no perfect race, everybody got they Flaws. All this black-on-black murder like they Still ain't getting rid of us. Our lives for entertainment, we don't take each Other serious. And white-on-white killing, We get caught up in the fuse. But we got our own problems, it ain't nothing We can do. Nope