Confusion Of Happiness

01. genocide philosophy (intro)

as we prayed for continuity

our words faced our struggle,

but...

still questioned our genuinety

we still put our heads high and stand up for rights,

but they always find ways to tick of our wrongs;

them "popos" gives our African brothers frieghts,

- giving them the impression of even if they're talented,

they're skin says they have flaws.

guns emerge the vulnerable

but only in the sense of maybe or maybe not....

we are criminals

We are angry,

- we cannot truly stand up with hands,

but we put on our fight game verbally

And who are they to approve?

they're only language is rage and guns

they find it hard to negotiate

- but scaring us is how they think they say it straight.

and all breaks loose in the land of America!

It's so hard for us to take,

these hurtfull words they break -------
to us,

it's not okay,

to spill my blood because of your mistakes

I thought Freedom would atleast give us a break.

my fears were the ones that entitled me

my tears turned me to misogyny

blaming my "sheroe" for the problems within

from my white boss where I've received defeat

waiting for my promotion,

so then meaningless meltdowns seemed to redefine me

trying to find the key of this door that's open wide

so then maybe I've realized

to show my bits of insecurities and not hide

my pain and struggle from this genocide

so maybe I wanted for y'all to see,

this ink that spilled into a prophecy

in 1994, they gave us democracy,

--it seems there's still some sort of a genocide philosophy.