We come from a long line of
hardships and slavery
No I don’t need no apology.

Educated in the ways of the
South;
Expected to live in the streets
of the North.

Where everywhere is dangerous;
Like history repeats itself
Where wearing the right color
hardly helps.

A long line of drugs and poverty
That’s the life in the inner city
No one wants to speak up and change
The laziness is the problem without a
name.

The shrill cries of unwed children;
The star filled skies that are yet to
be seen.

What does it mean to keep the
man down?
Why can’t we live like suburbia
town?
Why are we putting one another
down?

Just because we’re black
No there’s more to it than that.

A reason to know; a reason to care
Why do we always run away scared?
Color crap stuck in a color trap
People forever destined to fight
and scrap.

Why don’t we make for change?
Stop wasting the energy our ancestors
gave
So that our future can see better days.