Who can keep me motivated when I already jumped off the cliff?
Living after attempted suicide, and tell me I still have a journey when my body is stiff?
Paralyzed by my past, ready to bury my future,
Stitching up my emotions, the words of my diary within this suture.
Ciggarettes that are killing me, Homocide,
Inhaling the pollution of this world,
My ears and eyes contaminated by the toxins of what the government hides.
A population full of symptoms, yet doctors with empty diagnosis,
Self medicating our children with the unmoral dosages.
Accepting lies in order to cope,
controlled by a system, helpless minorities weak off dope.
They fed our hoods crack to fill the gaps of our relation to the undeveloped country they said we came from,
I came from my mothers womb, Can I escape back to that kingdom?
Black men being shot into the casket by another "Nigga",
Endearment isn't in the souls of the man holding the trigger.
Men writing Dear Dad from jail to their step dad in prison,
We thought we found freedom after the march,
Only to find our brothers missing,
They discovered a sentence before they became proficient in their vocabulary,
If we came along way from slavery, are we minorities through arbitrary?
Welts turned into bullet holes, Tears within our blood,
My ancestors didn't escape for this,
I swear they tired to flush out my people during that flood,
Yet they wiped away their cries, soaked up the media's replies,
Yet nobody asked for their opinion,
They say we have freedom of speech,
Yet the white man isn't hearing.
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