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Niggas in America

Shake the Poet

In America we are classified into three separate groups...
the Good, the Bad...... and the Hungry
in a country of Money Matters, fatter pockets bringing in profits
And False Prophets in the cockpits of them Bombers, Domesticated Osama’s
We Speak English, the language of the slaves
Like it was made to keep Niggas singing the same tune
Ebonics is just a dialect now approved to be taught in school
Foolish...
So while minorities remain clueless to being stupid
We’re fluent in toxic fluids, with drunkenness in our movements
We’ve become useless to the movement, amusing to the Masters
The case is a classic act of Actors acting like Activists these Characters are Plastic Pacifists, smoke and mirrors
Magic tricks, Media Camera shit ...or so it seems....
How can our children aim high and dream
When Niggas still ‘hanging high on trees’
Banging...
So Strange Fruits don’t sprout far from their root,
give them every excuse to shoot No photo booths, just negatives and proofs
Negative images... and proof of our ignorance
We are blemishes and bruises Backs beaten, bludgeoned and broken
Blacks hoping, but no one opens their focus to see how hopeless we are....
Now you wanna march, pick up arms....
A false sense of purpose.... Now you wanna BE!!!!
That disgusts me as much as the NAACP disgusts me, trust me
These are ‘Reindeer Games’
Not All Americans Can Play,
No
New Agenda Assassinate Colored People
Naw, we Need Answers, America Can Pray for change
But the blood of dead slaves still remains on the Chains
The blood of dead slaves stains the tracks for the Train
But new Niggas chose to hang on the Front Steps of debt
How many Men are we left, after imprisonment and death
How many times has she wept behind the lies that we’ve kept
I ain’t no Saint, but you’re always quiet when the riot comes
The type to sit in silence til the violence is done
I’m a hybrid, I didn’t wait to be knighted to start fighting
We’ve got children to pilot, and if you’re too afraid to try it
Get behind it, closed eyes won’t help you find shit
Somebody gotta keep the night lit
The price is Life... for Triumph
And not just ‘Support The Cause’ for applause....
You just started marching like a man, but you’re still showing your drawers
How can you grasp handle on a future if you’re still holding your balls
Guess we’re stuck, bout to get fucked, hunched over
Too many fools to stand up – Man Up...
Too many Brothers being gunned down....
And the sound of death and last breaths only causes souls to unrest
Dead flesh decaying, murals mounted on the pavement
Black on Black crime is just making more room on this Slave-ship
In the Eye of the Most High
Prejudice Blacks and Racists Whites look alike...
Claiming to fight for our rights but ain’t aiming at our plight
Sorrowful...... our conditions are Horrible
Yet some make the best of nothing others don stockings and resort to Pocket-Stuffing
Brothers claim to be righteous, might just be bluffing
Young, Dumb and Disrespectful
Only when an Elder looks like Master, do you call him ‘Mister’
‘Hitler’
Hard for me to see that picture
When it was a Nigga that killed my Sister
Hit her, til the bleeding stopped, til her breathing stopped
A Heathen locked down, and I’m left grieving
Wanting to be locked up to meet him, greet him and beat him until we’re even
But even for vengeance, I wouldn’t give up my Freedom
In America...
I’ve never Read “WHITE’S BLUES”
But I’ve lived with dark hues, heart bruised, blacks, blues, contused
I’ve been abused and confused
Wondering why the guys who look just like me wanted to fight me
At birth...I was the first Son of the Father, my Mother looked at highly
And I find it odd....
That the further I’ve climbed, the more I see
That there is One Nation Under God!
I’m a Black Man, African by my DNA, American by birthright
And it hurts like....
Shrapnel removed from the wound of a dying Soldier, no anesthesia
When I see my Brothers in shackles, Chains and Gold Teeth, like they’ve got amnesia...
Wanting to be ‘The Man’ in this country, when but slightly more than a half
“Three-Fifths”, assed out, behind bars or dying while his pants sag, screaming, “I hate fags”
Still I’ll die for this Flag......
Until Freedom Rings or I reach the King,
I’m His SOLDIER and He even gave His BUFFALO wings......
Now you’re having mood swings cause you blew cheese on riches, gimmicks and spirits,
Called it, “The American Dream”
Hope we can wake up from these nightmares before the next time America screams.
We seem to know a little bit about a lot, but not enough about nothing
It gets hard to hear the truth over the rumbling of stomachs
So we started starving our daughters, mentally their punished
Wanted Posters aren’t supposed to be where Niggas see that they’re wanted
A Prayer for the Prey
We’re being hunted
A problem one can’t remedy until you truly learn your enemy’s identity,
Friendly’s posing
Colvin wasn’t chosen
I mean how many Sons’ have been darkened since Trayvon Martin????
Nobody’s talking and marching, these Dogs just barking cause their dark-skinned
Still on leashes, these Leaches get paid
Still taking the ‘we belong’ thing out of the ‘right or wrong’ thing
Still a ‘black and white’ thing a ‘reason to fight’ thing
Now the soul is missing from your ‘Rainbow Coalition’
Stole the wisdom, molded prisons and left us with no pot to piss in
If we’re still living in this condition, time to get in where you fit in...
Listen...the system wasn’t designed for US to rise, just to get comfortable
Like Welfare...Hell yeah!!!
Health-care...we’re impaired
Not enough of US are working and providing, fighting and climbing
Some of US are trying; others aren’t worth the checks their writing
Aspiring to achieve......
First you must believe we can overcome this hysteria
Sometimes, you just got to get tired
of being a Nigga in America



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