Black People

Thugs in the street with their pants hung low White T's and Tims with two golds in the front row Philly fades or braids, du-rags, and fitted hats Sweat towls around the neck Baseball caps turned to the back See some people would call them hoodrats because of where they live at Not knowing the situation Seeing the problem Or trying to give back Instead they just judge the book by it's cover Instead of calling the book your brother See if we don't stick together And if we don't love each other And stop calling us women B's and Hoes for we all know that's not the way love goes So black people lets take a stand Reach out and touch your brothers hand Lets make this world an equal place Because we've proved that we can