Blackground

Shot like tequila See the blood See it splatter On ground Like it matters? See the boats as they row Watch the wind as it blows This is Black? Yeah, it is I know it's sad But so is this One gun to ya chest One gun to ya head Couple knees on ya neck Just to make sure that your dead Rope round the tree Sending blood down your body Staining your fresh white tee Black kids don't live long enough to say "cheese" White people profit off of seeing you in pain While you wait for a change that you'll never see One that only God can give you Black mother's weep As they sweep White mother's watch them cry Over bodies that were hung If you read the Bible it feels more like a suicide Listening to songs that were sung