Native Decent, African Tied

Ancestral tree, born in me, still, realer than the average M.C. Murder she wrote. I pray we don't get into that. I said, "your honor, you don't live with blacks." Acid leaking from her veins. Now we all tatted, branded thoughts, future shattered, amongst racist stares, daddy was there. Nightmares, shackled and chained, mentally slaved, passion for the game, over cast rain. Tell my kids, nobody cares, cotton picking minds, got us seeking false dreams, superficial wives. Threats are a promise, love is truly pain, the industry is garbage, encoded our culture with shame. Confederate flags, Alabama tags, only niggas live on M.L.K. Ave. A Black Scholar still is ignorant, until they dust and find prints, knee deep in shit, possession 9 tenths, claiming innocent. Tunnel vision, perception is, reality's bad, commercialized desires, what we don't have. 400 years, flushed away, it's so sad. Reciting lies, studio, notepad, broken links to the past. We killing our youth, fabricated news, leads us closer to deception, marsupial. No dads, max sentence, maximum secured prisons, with tapped minutes, fueled relentless. Nothings' changed, influence truth, rewire brains.