[verse 1: Quill]

My people used to be queens and kings

Now they traded their dreams for bling

and fiend for things they don't really need

Lemmie tell you what we really need

Not someone who turn black people into sheep

But black leaders, indeed

Fo'hundred years, and we still ain't freed

It's plain to see they don't want us to read

And learn, that's why books got burned

Things done took a different turn

And mostly for the worse, it's hurt

To see my family's still in the dirt

My children still hurt by the same words

It's like we cursed on this earth

No, I don't want a apology, thank ya

What I want it some fuckin' answers



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My questions must be cancer

Cause they ain't got answers

When I ask 'm what happened

Why we have to adapt to them?

call us monkeys, love to see us dance 'n'

love to see us play ball,

love to hear us rappin'

Just cuz we black men

Why we shot at random?

why is our freedom held ransom?

I can hear 'm laughin'

Ain't never gonna give us answers



[verse 2: Quill]

They raped our sisters, hanged our ancestors

Now they too chicken to answer my questions

When school's out, class is in session

shit happens, the first lesson

hoes in skanky dresses, gangsters who treat weapons

better than they treat they own children

reverends cashin' in on blessings

Stereotypes kept alive thanks to my brethren

back to the essence, to them, black means you less than

a cockroach, they all wanna stomp us

that's why we need politicians and doctors

gotta to stop the nonsense, be conscious

they wronged us, I lost count of the losses

force us to say what they want us, up in the office

who's there to represent us? this is real talk

Most sentences I end with a question mark



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[verse 3: Quill]

I'm not here to preach or teach ya

I just wanna reach ya, free ya

Of the lies the white man wanna teach us

White lies, white collar crime, white Jezus

Why, Jezus, they line up each of us

For the same crime, like we all got the exact same facial features

Who's this generic man we all look alike?

this is not a chapter, but a footnote in the book of life

that bearded white hippie don't look like Christ

but niggas too distracted by whips and ice

ghetto dreamin' of livin' like Suge Knight

good night, and good luck, glued to the tv

don't believe everthing you see, me

I only believe half of the news, really

listenin' without thinkin' it's just too easy

niggas got it twisted like Houdini



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