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Dark Skin, Dark Future
- This is dedicated to Michael Brown and Trayvon Martin and
- any victims disturbed by racial violences, rest in peace, stay up
- It's pretty hard to make a living when the Man around
- I see it deep inside they faces, Stand Your Ground
- it's funny how the cops and this country still raping me
- they say "niggas in they place", but there ain't no more slavery
- forced into the ghetto, one day I'll catch a hollow tip
- I need to plant the seeds for a better road and follow it
- The future's bleak, I've grown weak and weary
- looking back at my past, reflecting and my cheeks are teary
- cops harassing me, man they know I'm speakin clearly
- but, every time I see em they start reachin near me
- I've got to speak the truth, honestly, the streets are scary
- something you can't sugarcoat with the sweetest cherry
- police brutality, whipped, gassed, beaten, buried
- cause of the fucked up system, and they say we're treated fairly?
- You know the white supremacist, now be strikin down
- my nemesis since the Genesis, shot Michael Brown
- every cop thinks I'm a thug with the shades on startin shit
- behind some tinted windows, just a Trayvon Martin
- now you can't protest, cause they carry Dirty Harrys
- and rubber slugs and tear gas, so say ya Hail Marys
- cause they'll cap ya capillaries, defeat your adversaries
- and they'll come back for more, ain't no sharing and caring
- blacks and whites need to come together for the best
- interests, cause for long we've forever been oppressed
- Mama's tellin me, you're too damn smart to be a militant
- studying Malcolm X and Huey, not dreaming of killin shit
- just making changes, but of course they blaming problems
- on the "lazy thugs in the streets" spewing racist garbage
- on Fox News, Bill O' Reilly ten o' clock, two men were shot
- in the housing projects, killed their cousin, friend, and then a cop
- making sure that we're headed on the course to death
- and no recordings by reporters of the trailers, snorting meth
- it doesn't matter, they disrespect you, a "hood rapper"
- even Marshall Mathers, honkeys, niggas, chinks, and crackers
- if you disagree with them and you callin your views
- they'll start shaming you, ya face will be all in the news
- they say "we erased racism", just swallow ya pride
- it's that reason when I'm at the store, I'm followed inside?
- Young black males pack the jails, play ball or rap
- or you in a life of selling crack, you stay inside the trap
- one of these days I might just catch a gat to my back
- cause they ready to wack, and stay strapped with a Mac
- and you know we're tired of being discriminated
- and hated, they throw slugs if you peacefully demonstrated
- trying to start some race wars, and depictions in the media
- ain't pleasant, if you smart, then don't listen what they feedin ya
- flashing lights, tape records, soldiers guarding waiting orders
- I don't think I'll survive to see another day of slaughter, yo
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