Black as a skillet

Block is our celling they robbing our innocent

Raiding our villages

Trap us in ignorance cut off our lineage

Dark as my pigment

Oh, you want percentages neighborhood full of carcinogens

They set it on fire then gear up for riots and answer is ample artillery

Bow!

My Momma she raised some soldiers up

Hood try to put me in cobra clutch

We had to keep all the grass cut cause All we really ever had was us

Daddy never there he on that stuff

Daddy never home he rolling stone

Then my daddy start smoking tha stone

Then he turn the house turn into war zone

Fdddah!

Enemy lines

Enemy holding me down

I done saw too much, I was just to young

It messed up my mind

Yeah, I know that love is blind

It’s blacking up both of her eyes

No monster up under my bed he beating at the door yelling outside

Bow!

Momma on tha floor, momma get up

Went to far this time, momma sit up

When life on the line, kids in the room, nothing realer

Boys talking bout that gun play like its trill momma really had to pull tha pistol

Nooo

Bow bow bow 3 shots, no punch line

Took a while guess my old man found tha gun line

She could have killed him, thank God that she didn’t tho

Blessings in disguise only her and God really know

I thought this was life, this just how it go

Wasn't till years later I’d figure it was more

Life left to live, Hope that's in God

I am living proof, we can beat the odds