Black America Again

Here we go, here, here we go again Trayvon'll never get to be an older man Black children, they childhood stole from them Robbed of our names and our language, stole again Who stole the soul from black folk? Same man that stole the land from Chief Black Smoke And made the whip crackle on our back slow And made us go through the back door And raffle black bodies on the slave blocks Now we slave to the blocks, on 'em we spray shots Leaving our own to lay in a box Black mothers' stomachs stay in a knot We kill each other, it's part of the plot I wish the hating will stop (war!) and the battle with us I know that Black Lives Matter, and they matter to us These are the things we gotta discuss The new plantation, mass incarceration Instead of educate, they'd rather convict the kids As dirty as the water in Flint, the system is Is it a felony or a misdemeanor? Maria Sharapova making more than Serena It took Viola Davis to say this The roles of the help and the gangstas is really all they gave us We need Avas, Ta-Nehisis, and Cory Bookers The salt of the Earth to get us off of sugar And greasy foods; I don't believe the news Or radio, stereotypes we refuse Brainwashed in the cycle to spin We write our own story, black America again You know, one way of solving a lot of problems that we got is lettin' a person feel that they're important And a man can't get himself together until He knows who he is and be proud of what and who he is And where he come from, and where he come from Hot damn, black America again Think of Sandra Bland as I'm staring in the wind The color of my skin, they comparing it to sin The darker it gets, the less fairer it has been The hate the hate made, I inherited from them But I ain't gon' point the finger We got anointed singers, like Nina, Marvin, Billie, Stevie Need to hear them songs sometimes to believe me Who freed me: Lincoln or Cadillac? Drinkin' or battle raps? Or is it Godspeed that we travel at? Endangered in our own habitat Them guns and dope, man, y'all can have it back As a matter of fact, we them lab rats You build the projects for, now you want your hood back I guess if you could rap, you would express it too That PTSD, we need professionals You know what pressure do, it make the pipes bust From schools to prison, y'all, they tryna pipe us Tell your political parties invite us Instead of making voting laws to spite us You know, you know we from a family of fighters Fought in your wars and our wars You put a nigga in Star Wars, maybe you need two And then, maybe then we'll believe you See black people in the future We wasn't shipped here to rob and shoot ya We hold these truths to be self-evident All men and women are created equal Including black Americans You know, you know, you know, One way of solving a lot of problems that we've got is Lettin' a person feel that they're somebody And a man can't get himself together until he knows who he is, And be proud of what and who he is and where he come from, and where he come from We are rewriting the black American story We are rewriting the black American story We are rewriting the black American story We are rewriting the black American story We are rewriting the black American story We are rewriting the black American story We are rewriting the black American story We are rewriting the black American story We are rewriting the black American story We are rewriting the black American story We are rewriting the black American story We are rewriting the black American story