I'D RUSHED 20 LINES
We would be chained up, tied to an tree and get whipped up
Disobey your leader and you’ll get struck, to me slaved sucked
Spring would rain over us while picking cotton on the field
But our lives is not sweet. Blacks. My own people was being killed
Our children was like puppies being sold to other white people
This slave wasn’t going to stop, everyday is like an sequel
Like an ugly ogre we wasn’t treated equally but differently
Drink from the water fountain, Urine is what we was tasting.
Cant eat at the same table have to go outside or get beat
By white people, get jumped, stomped, knock your teeths
They’ll Beat you, till you cant breathe, while they’ll be smiling
Maniacal laughing “get out of here you niggers’ is what they be yelling
This whole race beef is from the main point from the three k’s
Driving around with an black kid on the bumper with an rope around his neck
Its kinda scary when god created these black, and white killing them
They’d hated Jew’s, Catholics, Blacks, they’d treated them like not an synonym
When getting on the bus, we would sit in the back, but thank god of Rosa Parks
She was brave enough, but that made more problems, burn crosses still sparked
MR.X tried to lead but got gun down in his own church, blacks community shifted
Martian Luther King change the world, but still got gun down, the world is still in racism