Originally posted in January 2019

This is my eternal breathin
Truth finds good root every season
Time turns over we call that reapin

From the Darkness there is light, this is pleasin
You ain’t gotta have faith but you must believe in
With a logical mind we call it reason

That black man on top he must be cheatin
Left him broken in poverty, he suppose to be beatin
Thought you was solid homie, why your lips leakin

We killing our own kind, ain’t that treason
Leaving mothers mourning, we find them weepin
Our culture’s a tragedy, genocide we repeatin

Screaming we real while our bodies are tweekin
Til we abolish this drama, I’ll be speakin
Lord help this lost child, I’m still seekin