Dark Skin, Dark Future
• Written by Mckooo
Mckooo's Notes
R.I.P. 2 Michael and Trayvon and any other victims, I love you guys man, I hope you in heaven brothers.
Keep ya head up man, it's fine.
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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Mckooo
Member since August 12 2014