Originally posted July 2018

Yeah, I’m tripping because this shit is too real
Living through depression, poverty, with chaotic emotions how’d you feel
If you great grandma was raped and stripped of pride
Unknowingly leaving her future generations lost and blind
Black faces misplaced, lost behind brick, steel and barbed fences
Their foot on our backs makes their dominance seem relentless
Characters of Kings and warriors, reduced to pimps and players
Seeing our reflections in the mirrors calling ourselves haters
Daddy’s robbing, killing, and hustling, with his own good intentions
Monthly bills need to be paid and his baby’s hungry did I mention
Police takes him away so the children are alone when they cry
These are the reasons that I write with tears in my eyes
Life’s a bitch and nobody can tell me why