The world is going to hell

the world is going to  hell

all i hear  about is gun shot wounds and left behind shells

all i hear is the  moans of our ancestors

is this what we fought for? is this what we died for?

these questions they torture

my eyes as i watch the tv screen

police doing nothing but shooting up teens

and never getting indited for them

never condoling the ugly scars

they left on the community and on their parent's hearts

i thought you was suppose to protect me

not reject me

not subject me

to the color of my race.

to the past objectories

why am i subjected to guns and violence and not curtosy.

instead of running to the pollice we steady running from them

Got the innocent scared and they ain't done nothing.

Damn why you wanna stick me for my paper

i;m starting to believe biggie cause they alway lurking for some illegal cheese.

they aim to please

the higher ups

who couldn't give two fucks

 about the black community

or the American dream

they looking for the green

so they steady telling lies

 trying to get elected

trying to get televised

i mean this ain't what i expected

when i came into the world

i didn't expect gun shots to be the world's diamonds and pearls

 

 

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