They say I’m black listed by a list run by whites

But I say I’m that gifted

with a thick mind and perfect sight

So I know how wack this is

To be first world with so much plight

Kids selling their bodies

Roaming our streets at night.

No home to go to

Alone and neglected

With no choice but to fight

So I attack this mission

All with perfect precision

Look at the way my words make incisions

Still don’t understand?

Then you should switch your position

So it’d give you better vision

In your mind you know you see these divisions.

Of a nation boasting equality

Then why do most minorities stay locked in poverty?

To me it’s all a trap

Think back, for 400 years

When they tried to close the gap

1,2,3,4,5,6 SNAP!

That’s the sound it made

When they kicked away the stump

And her head swung back

But now it’s 2007

And many blacks have gone to heaven

Yet still left with the feeling

like our lives ain’t worth that much and

So we’re dealing with feeling like school is the only way out

Try not to slip

Lord knows they’d point it out

Damn another black who chose to go a different route

The system will say he failed

and brought the true nigger out.

But despite the years of pain

I still find it in my people to look through the rain

And hope that in the end

We will be the ones

To make it through all the disdain.

That’s my word.

Peace.

Poetry