Blood On the Leaves
Let me breathe the slave chains are choking me.
My brain racing because the information is over loading me.
All this name brand ****, who am i suppose to be?
A slave to the name my gold chain dripped blood on the leaves.
Thugs on the streets told me to remain a G.
My professor told me i have a message and im suppose to speak.
Lost in the world with wolves in a couple sheep.
In the restraunt acting nonchalant taking shots but im not old enough to drink.
Thats depression , i'm stressing but an angel spoke to me.
She said my progression is destine , but destiny still text me sweet messages.
My mind is in one direction , the cops cant catch us.
And if they do i got on gold , so they can use it to lynch us .
Feeling like a king , but on the news i see black vicitms.
New slaves told the way they treat us.
Give me a basketball scholarship , a rap deal , or some fried chicken.
We all god's children ?
Well why Kin still Killing ?
And why judges still whispering ?
"Its ok i'll handle this one , case innocent "
Copyright © Keorie Mcmillan | Year Posted 2015
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