Emmett Till

And they sayin look at how far we’ve came
With all that we know, and I ask where did we come and where do we go
Yo on that same path riding, surrender the truth
Shawn Bell driving, Emmett l in the passenger seat
I got some questions that mind can only naturally speak
Like are you enslaved to the ball and chain attached to your feet
To have a shallow way of life here, do I have to be deep
I’m living in this fuckin nightmare, do I have to be sleep
I can feel the rush in my veins when I think of Emmett, livin in the box
Keep telling yourself that skies the limit, that shit ain’t convincing
All I see is servitude and
To attach a fruit from his root too long, it eventually rot
I can see the sun on the horizon, yeah right I see an eclipse
Born story, perfectly written, without a prefix
But I narrate for the niggas that can’t
A black warrior representing for the niggas that ain’t
Pictures I paint got shades of gray
I’m cool on your prays and the amazing grace
Fuck your religion, holla address god face to face
Now I lay me down to sleep, but I can’t close my third eye
I may be like you and succeed on the first try
I may attempt to be like you, and succeed on the first try
Man, they bash the child’s face for looking at white women
Gave a youngin 50 shots, took the nigga life from him
If these trees could talk they ask you where’s their advances
Still trying shed the flesh and blood that was hung from his branches
I speak for Emmett, that’s real
I feel like somebody remembers me
Landlord, remember me
Aye, they say I rap like I got attitude, damn
If you young and got wisdom you to powerful
They wonder why I don’t stop, and I keep passing through
You do what they say, and they still laugh at you
They say life is like a box of chocolates, nah
Me, I say prison just a box for profits
If you ain’t drop up In the trap, then you can’t knock the violence
In the hood selling onions, just to stop from crying
I’m from where we like fight for fun
But I still gotta watch what I teach my son
He asked me for a pack of skittles, I told him no
He said why, cause they look like a gun
Food for thought, yeah that’s cool
Give me mine to go, then they force you too college
To brain wash you more
Then they kill your son, and say it was his time to go
If you can’t teach me what I don’t know, what I’m signing for
I’m getting tired, I’m exhausted from these slave bosses
He want the feeling of the good, look what they gave floss
When cap died I seen my eyes up in that same coffin
I’m looking around look what the game cost me
I guess the devil trying to come for me
I got 10 chains and not one can come from me
They gave Emmett 50 million just to run around
Just so we can forget the Emmett, they not our