Anger from a Black Man Part 1

How do you tell a slave to pray? When they saw their daughter raped and all they have to look forward to is the grave Been beaten and it almost cost their life But everything will be alright: come to Jesus Christ He's the sacrifice-he paid the price but you still must pay for your sin Of the skin you're in. Look at you: your kind wasn't born to win Fast forward 200 years later. Have anything gotten any greater? Besides the physical shackles I still see the same behavior This is not a race war like the media's agenda But somehow a football player gotten you more mad over a piece of cloth than the black dilemma My imagination isn't that strong so don't tell me that I'm wrong This country distributes crack to the ghetto and bomb its own All in the system and we don't even play the victim Land of the free but we were slaves when it was written Home of the Brave. How was that even made? When this country was stolen on a "Christian" crusade We expected change but somehow we went bankrupt Fuck Clinton, Fuck Trump and Fuck Sanders for giving up Got bodycams but still get away We are the prey but all we do is pray Take it as you will but I'm being real It's an ongoing war against us but we're supposed to chill How do you tell a mother to pray when her son is taken away? And the killer sells the gun on EBay For the highest bid. I killed another black kid It isn't anything big. The less black thugs walking down the street Gives me peace but on the mass shootings we don't speak He wasn't stable but somehow he was able To kill people in a church sitting at a table Praying nothing less I hope that it came with a vest Everyone can believe whatever they want I guess How are we supposed to act when we're under attack This is the anger of a man who's black End