Dark Skin

Whats real, lemme tell you about some things that i’ve seen
Real life let me tell you about somethings that i did
Definition of a real nigga, its just words, like tattoos it dont mean shit
Ride the bus devilish thoughts, my peoples possessed
Resort to violence as the proper choices (yea)
Everytime i walk in the room I’m getting stared at
I evened glared back, its ending like death threats
Proud to be from my city, but loosing respect
Dont nobody give a fuck about the blacks
Real shit, even blacks even killing off blacks
Blame it on slavery, but its the presidents, fact
Your losing grip
They say its not so bad, why do i complain
Can’t drive a dunger or scraper without getting pulled over
Gotta tie your dreads back not to scare people
Had to soften my voice, the courts think I’m evil
I could write 10 books, i can’t even wear a hoodie
Without getting funny looks. like I’m bummy
Like I’m a joke shit, but nothing funny
I love life, and i love people
But society done showed me
All this black on black violence, everyones is not my homie
And most days I’m spending lonely, living life as a artist
And dont matter where u work, work can be a target
If you love in your heart, no matter where you started
Dead broke a couple years you could be ballin
It starts from you, change starts from you
Supposed to be a leader, just breathe a, emphysema
We need more black leaders, you could be a street soldier
You could be a poet just give the world what you owe it
I believe in you