So many of us are determined to be less than who we are
How do thugs become role models and aspirations seem afar
Why do our visions appear incomplete
Our voices low and attitudes meek
We neglect understanding and underestimate neglect
Squabbling amongst ourselves, over stupidity we demand respect
Too much pride to grasp the benefit of true helping hands
On unstable foundations this divided house now stands
We’re mocked by society for accepting oppression in any disguise
Unity and economics, it seems this too we also despise
Our ebony and chestnut complexions seem to be the color of the opposition
We are isolated soldiers sent on genocidal missions
We’re looking at the big picture but through a small frame
Witnessing the pains of poverty and broken promises that only a momma
can claim… thinking why us
