Brothas & Sistas (listen up)
 

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So you live a hard life//
live in a one room apt 2 kids & a wife//
hear multiple gunshots at night//
maybe you right....life is ill//
if you don't just do it, them nikes will//
what's the price to live//
what da fuck a brotha got to give//
every damn emotion and strife we feel//
allow me to say you cats is lame//
what you know bout bein whipped bloody till yo back is drained//
when just to think about freedom was to risk bein slain//
everyday is a life or casket game//
pain is love and love is pain//
what yall know about Frederick Augustus Washington Bailey
you only know em' as Douglass//
the people who really struggled still hover above us//
my generation ain't been through shit probably//
a bid ain't the Belly of The Beast, back then U really was State Property//
my ancestors couldn't write...duke I'm typin away//
We light years past the struggle still cryin we slaves//
tryin to be paid//
havin your pride be bigger than your mental ability//
thinkin yo watch is sumthin...yall cats is killin me//
I hope the hurt is healin B//
still don't compare to what we didn't go through//
you overstandin alone ain't shit if yo seeds don't know too//
sweatin monolo timbs how bout knowledge of cotton rows boo//
I'm done allow me to jump off of my soap box//
learn some Richard Wright...and stop only quotin Pac//
each one teach one till da casket drop//

One


Sense

alright drop better then yah first keep spitten