Still Black

Last time I was spitting game

It was about the captivity and shame,

That gave us this luxurious, change to fame

But still,

All black people are the same.

Black culture is the same as saying swag

The swag we got from the thousands of cotton that our hands plucked from fields.

The education we got from homies like Frederick Douglass who taught us that slavery ain't nothing but your grave.

The pride black women got from not trying to bleach their skin or take on racism of black being ugly.

But, I rather have the skin of a black prince than the one of an antagonist who created that term “White Man's Burden.”

Should've been called “Black Man's Hell”

Cuz when blacks spoke out the intentions of the whites, they got thrown in a cell,

Exactly why the duo Malcolm X and MLK fell,

Ain't this ringing a bell?

We are SMART

Only weapon against a white man is a mind that sees a world with more “Deadly days” than “Wonderful weekends.”

The “Common Sense” by Thomas Paine that told me that shackles and chains wasn't my independence or my rights.

The intellect that gave us Barack Obama to be the President of the U.S.

With his professionalism and walk that put his swag to 2,000.

But lawd, (shakes head) now we got this overpowered President who still starting nuclear wars like child's play.

One who addressed our brother country Haiti as a “shithole”.

And one who clearly doesn't care about African Americans and their needs.

Have me questioning if Black Lives really Matter

But in a way, it does

We never relied on white hero's to save and change our history

Harriet Tubman, who was the realist woman in black history, led slaves out through the Underground Railroad

Rosa Parks, who is the reason why we can sit on any part of a bus without the bus driver acting cold.

Marcus Garvey, one who emphasized on black power showed what it meant to be bold

Truth is, in my near future,

I rather have a white cop pull me over to come tell me how good my shoes look, instead of trying to shoot me on sight.

I rather have a white teacher come help me for my needs and not judge my origin,

Instead of calling me nothing and having me wanna fight.

Cuz it ain't right,

Exactly the type of unforgiven stupidity that gets me tight.

Cuz today is February,

Feels like the month of sorrow,

Because I feel like these normal days

Are gonna feel like hell tomorrow.

Cuz Trump is still President,

And it will be the end of it.

But you know what though

We will not die

The people of common sense has pride.

No matter every disaster we face,

The Lord said “he will be our guide,”

Trump won't stop my good life.

If I'm forced in labor,

I'll remind them that the NBA wouldn't be successful without Jordan and all the black players.

Remind them that we the reason why most comedy movies and shows popular, so no need for haters.

Black is beautiful

Be black be proud,

Blacks a blessing

Be a leader, leave the crowd.

 

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