I'm young, black and living in America. I'm trying to defy all the odds and when life gets hard, I try to keep my faith in God.
I'm trying to put up a winning fight with one arm tied behind my back. They say we live in the land of the free but how misleading is that?
Why do they ignore the facts, and why do they just see me as a statistic?
Why whenever I get pulled over and I corroborate, I still end up with my grill twisted?
Why do they tell that they can kill me and get away with it? Why does justice for all, really only mean justice for yall?
Why do they only love me if I play a sport or entertain? Why do they assume that I sell drugs or run a gang?
Why do they feed me lies about my history, and tell me to get over the fact that my people were placed in chains, and how everything has now changed?
Why do they hate it when I use my brain and search for the truth?
Why do they hate whenever I empower my people and give hope to the youth?
I try to tell my people that we are kings and queens, not monkeys swinging from trees.
We need more degrees and less gold chains, we don't understand that they just view us as expensive slaves.
We're living for their brands and killing Jumpman, but Jumpman won't be there to pay our bails, or do hard time in our cells and Jumpman won't be there to comfort our families as they're going through hell.
So think about, no I mean really think about it. When have you ever heard of them dying and killing for our products?
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