"Blame Game"

    

   Dear miss America you introduce me to some harsh ways

The things I witness at a young age

Like how you Shot down mike brown and the way that you treated trey
So I got my hoodie up lord knows I wear that thing with pride
Can't even step out my house cause the fear of me not returning makes my mother cry

I hate seeing tears down my mother eyes
so I blame you, and you blame me I guess we blame each other
but Society blames me cause I'm just a black brother

(Chorus)

well...Lets play the blame game, I love you, more

lets play the blame game for sure

lets call out names, names, I hate you, more

lets call out names, names, for sure

          Lets play the blame game, I love you, more

lets play the blame game for sure

lets call out names, names, I hate you, more

lets call out names, names, for sure

 

Don’t you love how I keep saying you're the blame for all this

Back when you had us as slaves how can you not record this

Chasing my dream means feeding your pocket and you’re so supportive

spending to live a lifestyle knowing I can’t afford it

But isn’t that the American dream..?

I mean getting your degree than nothing achieve

you promise me, with education, It’s a must I succeed

(Chorus)

But Lets play the blame game, I love you, more

lets play the blame game for sure

lets call out names, names, I hate you, more

lets call out names, names, for sure

 

Hear me out there’s something wrong with having too little powers

When your threaten by your life, but can’t admit it cause you can’t look coward

Only job for a Nigga is flipping bricks into powder

Thinking we beating the system, While They getting Rich by the hour

Because the money is power…?

Well Dear, Mr.Whiteman I know this world isn’t ours

I know I can work harder than you and still couldn’t have powers

I know that my success in this world is defined by my color

(Chorus)

But..Lets play the blame game, I love you, more

lets play the blame game for sure

lets call out names, names, I hate you, more

lets call out names, names, for sure

 

I feel like, you feel like we deserve what we got

Like sometimes we show signs as if we want respect to just stop

Examples of young men growing up without pops

I agree I see young men saggin their pants so your right

Thats enough reason to treat us as if we’re only alright

But hold up..you thought you had me in your place

Isn’t saggin spell backwards something that had us disgrace

The So as soon as a black man started wearing his pants below his waist

You tricky old bastard started coining saggin as the new phrase

And I’m suppose to except this..?

(Chorus)

 Well.. Lets play the blame game, I love you, more

lets play the blame game for sure

lets call out names, names, I hate you, more

lets call out names, names, for sure

        

You taught me well, made me understand how I'm nothing to you

I smile in your face but deep down I'm thinking, what if it was you?

picture how hard it would be to put yourself in my shoes

I dare you to walk a mile... wearing my skin

I dare you to experience all the struggles, that comes with this thing

how your Automatically look down on by this “THING” that you're in

And in their eyes your nothing to them they can buy you with change
  (Chorus)

Now..Lets play the blame game, I love you, more

lets play the blame game for sure

lets call out names, names, I hate you, more

lets call out names, names, for sure

         

Black and white , why are we always together
When we grow up just to tolerate the nerves of each other
If I told you, that I lived, just to die being a friend
Would it really  even matter , bout the color of my skin
I suggest , you start to think about, the world you've never seen
Like the irony in finding out, that you and I are the same
Maybe think about, the consequence that do exist
When we start to put up barriers between our human race
But who am I , not the face that appears ?
Rather the mere image , of a friend that u fear
                                (chorus)

So Lets play the blame game, I love you, more

lets play the blame game for sure

lets call out names, names, I hate you, more

lets call out names, names, for sure

 Lets play the blame game, I love you, more

lets play the blame game for sure

lets call out names, names, I hate you, more

lets call out names, names, for sure

 

Poetry Slam: 
This poem is about: 
Our world

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