Victims

Oh the calamity
Look at the shit you done handed me
All of my counterpoints all tryna pander me
Like bro it's cool though you ain't where you plan to be
Damaging
The curse of our birth seems the darker the skin then its worse
Damn should I perp?
Bleaching my skin till I finally get what I deserve?
Love my color but I hate my color
Prolly reasons we hate each other
Prolly reasons why you can't even cry when you teething cuz pops ain't gon raise a sucker
Ah man
We working twice as hard for half the pay it's seems that we modern day
Ain't gonna call us slaves, but definitely indentured, credentials for small pay
Wonder the day I lay and lowered to grave will all discontent go way
If I meet God one day and that nigga was black I be wondering what I would say
I don't be reading enough to know the reason why we suffer
But I do when I see me a similar nigga our common struggles make us tougher
Nigga we Victims
Of course I would say of the system
If I portrayed what Malcom portrayed of course I would say they gon kill him
Going to bed with strap by my head
I gotta be ready for drilling
Hole in my heart y'all tore apart now darkness is all that can fill it
Nigga we victims
And you know what they say
Never play the victim, right?
But when the world is designed to make you the victim at all times
What else are you supposed to do?
Oh disdain
At the point where we comparing pain
Like Nigga if you ain't lose five homies for you turn thirty then we ain't the same
Fuck is you saying?
Supposed to be growing together
Supposed pour into to each other instead we pour liquor till problems are severed
Lack of examples lack of plan lack of a leader to show us the way
Lack of security lack of somebody in office that's seeing we get equal pay
Ain't much control over shit we just take what we get and start making diamonds out the rough
After we shining from years of us grinding and building our culture they take it from us
Every headline when niggas do fed time over some dumb shit
Gotta look quick who finna flip script like bro who's the gymnast
Dim lit, candles I'm setting the vibe as John is chopping samples
I'm glad I'm alive though my time is not ample I'm making it count
Cuz it's a blessing that I made it out
Dawg we be looking at the 8-ball in the eye
Difference with us is this shit ain't a game if it go in then we all finna die
And we all victims none of us was born to see millions, but fuck it we still gonna try
Raped and murdered and beaten for years, but we still hustling tryna survive
Nigga we victims
From Malcolm X to Martin Luther King to Marcus Garvey and Huey Newton
We all have the same story
It just depends on how you tell it
Luckily for you, this how I choose to tell mine
This is how I choose to tell ours
Nigga we victims