This World

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You know the country is down the drain
when I feel more human when police cause me pain;
Least then I'm given attention,
because my race's hate is a permanent detention
and when it comes to beat downs there is just no prevention.
Walking the streets, feeling so alone
all I got is some weed
some cash
and my shitty old cell phone.
Everyone I know is in some sort of gang,
either now dead, bleeding out, at least one thing has caused a pang,
but they gotta stay within them if they wanna survive,
because whilst we out here rotting the cops and wealthy still thrive.
Too self centred to spare a nickel,
whilst out here I watch my best friend's blood trickle,
down the whole road and sidewalk
there's so much red I'm panicking, man,
because if he was conscious he'd say that these bullet wounds don't tickle,
nothing but a crowd watching over my shoulder
this murder probably won't even get documented in a folder
and by the time it is, we'll all be older
some of us dead and the rest more aggressive and bolder.
Because this world is fucked now,
racial hate around every corner,
it is torture.
Some of us will say it will go away,
but that will never ever be true, it's here to stay.
The black community is seen as some sort of animals
but despite your rumors, at the end of the day
we all share this Earth, we're all damn smart mammals.
Skin colour don't mean a thing,
and if the whole world had that view
then this wouldn't be something I need to sing.
Newspaper on the doorstep today,
saying a black man was beaten to death, Tuesday.
This doesn't even make front page,
but when a white man is murdered
it's the crime of the age.
And best part, we have no power,
sitting here, hoping for the best
with cheap cable TV and a small, faulty shower.
We don't get a say in how our country is run,
only whites get a vote,
and I'm telling you, that aint fun,
the whole hate for us justifies us to carry a gun.
But don't let the officer see it, oh no,
he'll leave you with a broken nose, some fractured ribs, and it will show.
Yet we just gotta sit and see it happen,
like the world is a freak show
and blacks are the main attraction.
And thus, my friends, it's time to take action
because we deserve more than a slum,
with every other race living a luxury life
fucking a good wife;
and we're in oppression, labelled violent and dumb.
Because this world is fucked now,
racial hate around every corner,
it is torture.
Some of us will say it will go away,
but that will never ever be true, it's here to stay.
The black community is seen as some sort of animals
but despite your rumors, at the end of the day
we all share this Earth, we're all damn smart mammals.
Skin colour don't mean a thing,
and if the whole world had that view
then this wouldn't be something I need to sing.
We need a life of freedom,
not a one where a rebellion needs leading.
My pride and joy is my four six,
amongst other issues, which I'm not needing,
like half my family locked up and the rest are dead
but onlookers don't care, to them,
problems in life are for the foolish, they're rare,
but I tell you, that assumption isn't fair
my glock isn't for murder, it's because of the police scare.
You judgmental pricks should come see the scene,
afterwards, you would forever remember where you been.
See the death, drugs, and struggles to make a living,
then instead of scoffing at us, maybe spare some green, start giving
shove your false thoughts
about us being barbaric
up your pretentious, rich-boy ass
because here in the hood, our stories are classic
our lives worth more than any house you can buy.
So until you take notice of us, accept our identities
I'll not sit back and let it go with a simple sigh,
here's why,
Because this world is fucked now,
racial hate around every corner,
it is torture.
Some of us will say it will go away,
but that will never ever be true, it's here to stay.
The black community is seen as some sort of animals
but despite your rumors, at the end of the day
we all share this Earth, we're all damn smart mammals.
Skin colour don't mean a thing,
and if the whole world had that view
then this wouldn't be something I need to sing.
I was just thinking,
that you should all know
that where we live has a much better history than
"some storage room for cheap hoes"
your ignorance is incredible, and boy, it shows.
Peace.

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