BackTrack

 

In the 18th century, African Americans were forced into slavery,

By the 19th century, it was abolished, but was it really?

 

Lets backtrack

Before a nigga try to clap back

They try to toss a nigga like a hackysack

But I won't let a brother get attacked

 

See everyone is always saying calm down

But how when slavery is still going on today

I mold the story into a piece like clay

They say why even rap when people don't listen anyway

How can I calm down when my niggas always being shot

We cops who are shooting my people and it happens a lot

Then they turn off the cam trying not to get caught

 

Why my people gotta live in fear of being beat and killed

The jail cells are filled

with people of melanin skin

Those people are my kin

I gotta worry when I leave my home

Am I gonna make it back

or get shot cause I'm black

 

See that's why I can't calm down

All this murder makes me feel like I'm gonna drown

See we the kings and queens we wear the crown

See we got the blacks and the blue

with all this happening which one are you?

 

My people will not live in fear

We will chant till there's justice and truth

I don't know bout u but I'm living my youth

They call us gangstas

They call us thugs

They go into our town and force in drugs

Then they want to go and put the blame on us

all we want is justice so we shout and fuss

 

I'm black people think I'm slow

They think I'm a sped

But I get the bread

They go and rape our women and call them a ho

But we won't let them do that no mo

We will fight for the protection

All over the world not just a section

 

Martin Luther King died fighting for our rights

He marched peacefully causing no fights

He marched to be equal

not blacks, not whites

 

That's real power

What we've been through

We still stand even when we are beaten by the blue

We are powerful when we are on our feet

That's what we have done when we've gotten beat

 

All I want is for someone to realize

That black people have real live's

That we want to go home to our kids and to our wives

Not being slane by these invisible knives

 

God put on us on this planet

just like he did u

So why can't we live in peace

Here I got a clue

White people think they all that

They got cars they got money, that's all wack

The material doesn't give u power

They think we killers,

they think we got crack

 

Well lemme just say one thing

We don't care if u got the bling

We only care about God, he's the king

Y'all think we have no say

That God doesn't listen when we pray

I have a message for yall today

If he didn't listen we'd be okay

Yeah we okay

He listens anyway

 

I said we want change

I know it may seem strange

Why should we want better

like why a homeless person needs a sweater

Martin Luther King had a letter

About "whites" not just one

but many

The ones that don't let us get a penny

 

They try to make us broke

Knee on our throat till we choke

They want us to inhale in the smoke

Well, metaphorically

But I'm speaking rhetorically

I'm not speaking historically

 

This stuff happens to us now

They take the Glock and (boom, boom, pow)

The KKK try to strike fear into our heart

But nothing will tear us apart

 

Why my people gotta live and fear

of being beat and killed

The jail cells are filled

with people of melanin skin

Those people are my kin

I gotta worry when I leave my home

Am I gonna make it back

Or will get shot just because I'm black

 

They beat us to a batter

Make our blood splatter

the message I'm trying to put out is

That BLACK LIVES MATTER!