Black Actions

As we wake up in the morning to these fine tymes Knowing everything gonna be fine But just a few miles away Someone else has death comin their way. So do we make a path way to heaven or a path way to hell But our black men are still lying in jail. rotting away to these Willie Lynch theories Telling the path of the black man. Cus these black on black crimes that we only pay attention to only at certain tymes That corrupts our black womens minds Who listen to the wines of the babies who's father's in jail from selling these dimes But yet the white men are still doing fine And acting kind to put us in the hole that will remain closed for the rest of our lives. So as i lay down in the darkness asking myself what have i done, what kind of man have I become If only i would have listened and been patient to wait things out I wouldn't be sitting here listening to the police shout So now as I sit in this hole praying to god Twenty to life this hole will remain closed with no light to be exsposed But hold up don't send us to our graves because our accoplishments are just to great, see we have noble prizes and inventions that keep on rising isn't that surprisng see we have young black entrepreneurs that's doin the doin money stacked so tall their focus could nevr be ruined see u herd of I have a dream speaches and you've seen # 23 jumpman sneakers. who you think discoverd peanut oil. see you have Minister Louis Farrakhan but don't get him mixed up with with the Bishop Don Woune but the list of accoplishments is just too long. so now when I sit here and ask myslf what have i done what kind of man have I become just know that I'm proud to be black, and these black actions will always put a smile on my face Black Actions