Black Men Die
in a country where the black man is enemy number one
where police so quick to use a gun, how do i live
they attack one of us they attack all of us
black men have been crucified in this country for a long time
the children of devils claim this is not a crime
the black woman has been deceived to not trust or depend on her black man now black women must stand as a man, she is nothing more than the best economic resource
uncle Sam views her as his workhorse eating from his hand
only raising her kids by America's plan
meanwhile hot ass bullets break the flesh of the black man
how can we tell our children about justice and peace all they ever get see
is black folks being killed and beat in the middle of the street
time to rise up and take what is ours
our ancestors came so far and they went so hard
the ancestor live within us
so that we can have the power to make them pay
for what they are doing to us
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