Broken Dreams and Stolen Homes

alright my brothers, listen up my sisters,

i've got a story to tell seen, now i'm gonna go right ahead and say i'm sorry i'm not sorry because this shit is about to get mean.

see, i wish i could telly about my family tree. bringing it back before this ugly thing, "yea, you know that thing man we go that word from it, that word we use every day, yea that word, nigga" yea i'm talking about slavery,

yeaaaah, i wish i could tell you about my family tree, but you see that right was stripped from me, taking from my home to a system that could never understand me, taught my father what it means to abandon me, taught my mother a life of promiscuity, may the ancestors rest her soul, because she made me the best version of me. so now i'm left with no one to support me, no knowledge of the ancestry and culture that came before me.

now this is the part that's gonna make a lot of you guys hate me, as a young black man i denounce Christianity, praise the G-O-D is what they use to concord my race and leave us in self hate, pain rage and poverty and least not forget that BIIIIG mother fucking thing slavery, then they say pray to their god for him to save me, correct me if i'm wrong, but that shit is just batshit crazy

now days go by weeks months years,time has past and things have change, things were good with all that we paid, yet i walk down the street and still there's a shade, hold your purse and hide your rings, tuck in your chains, no more whips and walk of shame, but the color of my skin, still seems to get in the way.