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
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