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I don’t know what white people see when they look at a Negro anymore
But, I do know very well, it wasn’t me, it wasn’t me, it was something he was afraid of, but it wasn’t me
[Verse 1: Neak]
Yo I don’t trust em
400 plus no wonder why we ain’t rush em
Crooked by design intellectuals wrote its sunken its DNA that dysfunction is all lies
Yet this knowledge mean nothing we fall in line
Fit in society learn
How to be what they are comfy around it’s absurd
In theory, until you pulled over, intuition is leery of me when he see mе good assumption I’m a criminal clearly identified as a thrеat, huh
For my complexion, who knew death with go hand and hand with melanin
If I die tonight or I don’t I’m labeled a felon when they pull up
See this cycle’s repetitive
Crazy how I see you and you see through me
Afraid in 30 years you won’t be the majority
Old white male struggles authority model Daughtery back in trouble, karma is more of me on the soil, see
This soil be stolen this American Dream
History has shown us you protect it by any means
No inclusion for a nigga, till we see Elohim
So we shed blood till’ we see heaven on earth, believe
It’s real
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What I’m saying is that I’m a part of the problem
Cause I don’t know how to solve the problem, so what do I do? I ignore it
Well, certainly it’s much easier to not know people
If you don’t know people you don’t have to accommodate people
If you don’t know people you don’t have to accommodate people
[Verse 2: Neak]
Yo, I don’t trust em
150 plus regulation said to uncuff em
Crooked by design intellectuals wrote its sunken in DNA so that literature’s all truth
All my forefathers knew something, yet I see it different
Don’t see color at all
I say that love is blind, ain’t no color better we all equal
The same, all prayers and meritocracy
I flourish on my own merit you call it hypocrisy, uh
Cause we divided in the ghettos we flew away from it
Historians called it white flight the nerve of em
All we want is our future preserved
You kill yourselves and then you blaming society let it burn
Where you live till you wake up, wake up from how you blame us
Vote, save, graduate, it’s a way up
You generation one I’m probably something to eight or nine
My wealth came down, yours was tied to mine
That free labor production till free papers was written on slave neighbors grew wealth like a skyscraper
For me and mines, huh, not you and yours
We can’t change the past
Forgive and close doors, huh
It’s real
[Excerpt]
The biggest hurdle that we have is that white people, they don’t really have a full understanding of what institutional racism is within the country, they think it’s just an individual act of violence to another person that doesn’t look like them and of course the African-American community sees this in a very very different way, they will clearly, and this was said from Louisville Kentucky kids in high school, which they said to me, Mr. Mayor, talent is equally distributed there’s no way to get around that, but opportunity is not