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