Black Boy

[Hook: Miles] How it feel to be a black boy? With a target on your back & not a care in the world How it feel to be a black boy? Knowing that they hate you & love the back of your girl How it feel to be a black boy? When every day you look happy, but inside you losing hope How it feel to be a black boy? How it feel to be a black boy? [Verse 1: Miles] Breaking news, another PoC gunned down by a C-O-P We're treated like we're below trees, dirt that won't see no seeds Meaning we can't grow, they act like they can't hear us, that's Van Gogh I'm Basquiat, society is monochrome Pigment won't define a thing, but some are colorblind Yelling to us "you're nothing and don't you dare think otherwise" The antithesis to the black stereotype is right here Also known as a close-minded racist's nightmare Peep this point of view, first person but I feel omniscient Will my proper English draw in comments like "you're not like them"? Will they put me in a box before I can even speak? Will these policemen let me be and let me leave in peace? Or will a bullet tell me my life doesn't matter? My last sight is red lights & seeing people scatter Another black body lying still Yet they still ask me how it feels [Hook: Qua] [Verse 2: Qua] They all got opinions, but don't ask for mine And they tell me that I should stay in line But Uncle Sam is no relative of mine And this berry makes the sweetest juice you'll ever find I remember when I use to wish my skin was lighter Why my hair so Nappy, and my nose is wider Than the other kids, now my skin tone I'm loving it Dark is in style now - except with the government No conspiracy this shit is real Happened in my hometown, man this shit is real Now it seems like I could be the next to feel That bullet or whatever they may choose to kill Or call it defense, but where is the threat? All I see is kids, they scared to be next Seems like for you to make it gotta be off-white And they still look surprised when they say you talk white I mean, talk right [Hook: $eejay] [Verse 3: $eejay] As a black boy, I live in fear Age 21 that's supposed to be my year From a snake in the grass or a bitch with a badge Either hooping or producing only way out the rags And the only jail free pass Is first line in the slave trade - oops, I mean the NFL draft So how it feel to be a nigga? Gratuitous, ludicrous, fearful stares in the numerous As a white lady grips her purse hoping not to lose her shit Dialed the troopers quick, now my medulla split So you ask me how it to be a nigga, negro Because i'm not a Luke I gotta see 3 PO's? R.I.P. to Eric Garner - a father Christian Taylor, Trayvon, Tamir, all victims to slaughter From the men who serve & protect, who have lost my respect Because they choose to neglect all the rules that been set Rules? What the fuck i'm talking about? The Constitution was written while Jim Crow was still in the south Yeah this goes way back, way back Using black ink to kill white lines, fucking white bitches, buying chains Motherfucker this is payback [Outro: Qua] The boy with a dream walks the streets quietly Pretends to be oblivious to the evil around him and he resists the urge to react violently Because that's not how he was raised He was taught to behave And keep your mouth shut unless spoken to, so he strolls around silently But lately it seems the demons are working harder than usual He refuses to read another obituary or attend another funeral Child after child Friend after friend This whirlwind of death that has no end And now it seems like bullets is only where it begins But yet the boy with a dream still walks the streets silently And still he resists the urge to speak out and react violently His mother says he doesn't wanna be the never kid on the news So mind your business and keep quiet walking back and forth from school But one day he took the long way home and got a little hungry Stopped at the store to grab some candy and there were police looking at him funny They proceeded to search him simply because of his attire And he knew that they were wrong so now he refused to keep quiet Now they reacted violently He just wanted to make it home As he struggled more and more he sees people pulling out their phones He forgot all about how he was raised and he refused to stand down Now there's a bullet in his dreams and his corpse as it lies on the ground