struggle
That’s all they want us to be is History
Black power.
Now that’s real power,
The type of power if we unite the
world, we’d devour.
Sometimes we feel like hiding
To
Crawl back in our shell
But
Life is all ‘bout fighting
So
Be sure that you fight well.
I from where what you see is what you get
most things I’ve seen I want to forget
But I’ll remember this forever!
Sunny shining and it’s still bad weather
Think its a dream But it’s a living nightmare
growing up in the hood made me want to get out of there
But it’s hard to get out of the trap!!
A wounded soul,
A broken heart,
A battle for mental repairment.
I compare your tone with the look in your eyes,
To your embrace which states explicitly in utter silence…
Fred
George, Malcolm, & Che
Have been my guiding light
As my world turns.
Sitting in the same cages
They sat in before me
Reading the words they left