To be black

To be black Is to constantly run Maybe that's why they stereotype Saying we are fast Speaking of fast That's what they say when a black girl has a nice ass Because being black and being a woman Means that it's our fault And we deserve it To be black Is to constantly fight back With the hope we won't be attacked Funny how we are the aggressors But when we look at history They kill us for being For existing For having the audacity to exist To breathe the same air they do Which is why they probably put their knees on our necks As they take away our breath Saying we cause them stress While they suffocate our heads with the hatred they spread To be black Is to be punished For our own deaths Where we are murdered And they are praised For a life they took away All in the name Of wanting to keep the world safe From people who wanted peace And were met with a gunshot If we dared to speak To break the silence That they've spent years trying to instill into our internal systems Until there's nothing left But to accept That to be black Is to forever be quiet