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Please Wake Up

Brothas and Sistas please help me understand Why are we trying to destroy our own native land Many years ago, our ancestors were tortured and killed So that our families would have a better place to live It’s not the other races that’s the root of our problems We’re just too afraid to get off our asses and try to solve them We need to be held accountable for the things that we’ve done wrong Instead of pointing fingers and singing the “Blame song” Majority of our children don’t know how to read or write And please don’t say it’s because they are not white We are so caught up on the glamorous things that we see on TV While our young teens are having babies and spreading VD I don’t know about you but I’m going to make sure that mine are educated Because they are the most precious things that I ever created Although I am so proud to be a beautiful Black African American I am going to need some help to save this precious land Don’t get mad for the things that I say I just know that we can all live a better way Although you feel that the government is smiling in our face I want you to remember, that we are the ones destroying our own race So don’t blame this on the other nationalities Please wake up because this is part of our realities

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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