Trap boy
Trapped in jail.
Pack more,
Or you gone fail.
Fall under the system.
We always miss 'em,
Our young black males.
Still, crack sales
With 50% of yall in jail.
Shackled down and locked up.
Baby mommas knocked up
And left to play daddy.
"Baby hop in this caddy
And make this money."
It's funny, because she won't turn you down.
To feed the kids, her needs are filled
When she strut downtown.
You think you wear the crown,
But you don't.
Especially behind bars
Playing the part
For the man.
He doesn't want you to stand
Up for yourself.
He wants you to melt
I society.
It's a variety of things you can do
And some things Uncle Sam won't let you.
Get outta there! & claim back the throne,
Show the man that he's wrong.
Don't be another statistic.
Dismiss it,
The "idea" about black boys.
Make noise
Young man!
Take a stand and fight back.
You DO NOT have to trap.
Cuz it's gold in your black.
So act
Like that.
Pack
Your brain.
Dont pack
That gat.
STAY STRAPPED
with bullets of knowledge.
Aim fast,
Go to college.
Shoot back,
When they tell you youre worthless.
Black male, you're not just good 4 verses
You're worth it.
Murk it,the statistics
Put knowledge on your wish list.& be more
Than just
A Little
Black Boys
-Jemila
