THis is my 2,001st post and I wanted to dedicated to a verse I wrote a few months back. Shout out to all my homiez on here.
I'm tryna thrive as a young black male, livin' up in this ghetto hell/
We need solutionz, and homie it ain't hard to tell/
Ain't tryna fail in the future/
Though we stacked up in apartment complexes, we done got used ta/
tha deprivation of a block full of blacks/
Brown people feelin da sequel, tha nation is on our backs/
I hope that I could somehow reach tha pain up in your heart/
So we can utilize the negatives for positive parts/
And play this game smart, surplus fillin up our carts/
How can we maintain streetlights? Ghettoes remain dark/
From tha start, cooperation and more unity/
I guarantee some sanity arisin' in you and me/
Distrust was somethin implemented by this world/
Western culture threw my ancestors in a twirl/
Its time to take our history for victory/
We can not forget, what had been before the misery/
A true liberty within the village of my people/
Until the hand of the wicked proved my world lethal/
Im seein evil thangs. Brothaz gettin hanged by their necks/
Gettin pumped when I hear the wordz of Malcolm X/
I wanna urge my people to take pride/
Take control of your community, your kids, and your minds and lives/
Brothaz die. Leavin single mother homes/
I can't help but shed a tear when you gone, tryna hold on/
In these timez, I done ran outta my patience, facin'/
my sistaz learnin sex education/
From tha entertainment televeision, no provisionz/
The real souljahz is fillin up hella prisonz/
My decision to rebel is justified/
We can NEVA BE CONTENT. Theres too many of my people dyin/
From abortion to tha gotdamn streetz/
Mama sang Amazin' Grace every goddamn week/
(my 1st verse from "Stop Shuckin") Peace
I'm tryna thrive as a young black male, livin' up in this ghetto hell/
We need solutionz, and homie it ain't hard to tell/
Ain't tryna fail in the future/
Though we stacked up in apartment complexes, we done got used ta/
tha deprivation of a block full of blacks/
Brown people feelin da sequel, tha nation is on our backs/
I hope that I could somehow reach tha pain up in your heart/
So we can utilize the negatives for positive parts/
And play this game smart, surplus fillin up our carts/
How can we maintain streetlights? Ghettoes remain dark/
From tha start, cooperation and more unity/
I guarantee some sanity arisin' in you and me/
Distrust was somethin implemented by this world/
Western culture threw my ancestors in a twirl/
Its time to take our history for victory/
We can not forget, what had been before the misery/
A true liberty within the village of my people/
Until the hand of the wicked proved my world lethal/
Im seein evil thangs. Brothaz gettin hanged by their necks/
Gettin pumped when I hear the wordz of Malcolm X/
I wanna urge my people to take pride/
Take control of your community, your kids, and your minds and lives/
Brothaz die. Leavin single mother homes/
I can't help but shed a tear when you gone, tryna hold on/
In these timez, I done ran outta my patience, facin'/
my sistaz learnin sex education/
From tha entertainment televeision, no provisionz/
The real souljahz is fillin up hella prisonz/
My decision to rebel is justified/
We can NEVA BE CONTENT. Theres too many of my people dyin/
From abortion to tha gotdamn streetz/
Mama sang Amazin' Grace every goddamn week/
(my 1st verse from "Stop Shuckin") Peace
