Black America Again

Here we go, here, here we go again

Trayvon'll never get to be an older man

Black children, they childhood stole from them

Robbed of our names and our language, stole again

Who stole the soul from black folk?

Same man that stole the land from Chief Black Smoke

And made the whip crackle on our back slow

And made us go through the back door

And raffle black bodies on the slave blocks

Now we slave to the blocks, on 'em we spray shots

Leaving our own to lay in a box

Black mother's stomachs stay in a knot

We kill each other, it's part of the plot

I wish the hating will stop (war)

And the battle with us

I know that Black lives matter and they matter to us

These are the things we gotta discuss

The new plantation, mass incarceration

Instead of educate, they'd rather convict the kids

As dirty as the water in Flint, the system is

Is it a felony or a misdemeanor?

Maria Sharapova making more than Serena

It took Viola Davis to say this

The roles of the help and the gangsters is really all they gave us

We need Avas, Ta-Nehisis, and Cory Bookers

The salt of the Earth to get us off of sugar

And greasy foods

I don't believe the news or radio, stereotypes we refuse

Brainwashed in the cycle to spin

We write our own story, black America again

You know...

One way of solving a lot of problems that we've got

is lettin' a person feel that they're important

and a man can't get himself together

until he knows who he is and be proud of what and who he is,

and where he come from, and where he come from

Hot damn, black America again

Think of Sandra Bland as I'm staring in the wind

The color of my skin, they comparing it to sin

The darker it gets, the less fairer it has been

The hate the hate made, I inherited from them

But I ain't gon' point the finger, we got annointed singers

Like Nina, Marvin, Billie, Stevie

Need to hear them songs sometimes to believe me

Who freed me: Lincoln or Cadillac?

Drinking or battle raps or is it Godspeed that we travel at?

Endangered in our own habitat

The guns and dope man y'all can have it back

As a matter of fact, we them lab rats

You build the projects for, now you want your hood back

I guess if you could rap you would express it too

That PTSD, we need professionals

You know what pressure do, it make the pipes bust

From schools to prison y'all, they tryna pipe us

Tell your political parties invite us

Instead of making voting laws to spite us

You know, you know we from a family of fighters

Fought in your wars and our wars

You put a nigga in Star Wars, maybe you need two

And then, maybe then we'll believe you

See black people in the future

We wasn't shipped here to rob and shoot ya

We hold these truths to be self evident

All men and women are created equal, including black Americans

You know, you know, you know.

One way of solving a lot of problems that we've got

is to let a person feel like somebody

and a man can't get himself together

until he knows who he is

and be proud of what and who he is

and where he come from, and where he come from

We are rewriting the black American story

We are rewriting the black American story

We are rewriting the black American story

We are rewriting the black American story

We are rewriting the black American story

We are rewriting the black American story

We are rewriting the black American story

We are rewriting the black American story

We are rewriting the black American story

We are rewriting the black American story

We are rewriting the black American story

We are rewriting the black American story