America's black people
We survive obstacles, setbacks, and other evils
We survive
We roll with the tides
We have incredible survival tactics
We make due even when we are
lacking money, food, or shelter
We are like roaches we survive whatever
Like bugs they wanna kill us all
one by one until we all fall
gun sales,
liquor store,
check cash,
crooked church,
crack house,
The single pregnant girl, without a spouse
gun sales,
liquor store,
fast food,
nigga's with attitudes,
Killing each other
They wanna wipe us out
In my mind, there is no doubt
Like grandma said, "It will all work itself out."
One day things will get better
If we can only 1 of us can just keep our head up
2 of us join in some kind of unity
3 of us go out and help our community
the numbers will grow
and we can get the job done, you'll see
BUT!
If we look at each other, like our black is the enemy...
We hold on to unnecessary envy
We won't get anywhere
and our black legacy will end with this poem,
right here!
