Gun & A Badge

I'm the King on the scene looking so fresh and so clean
Shining bright as the sun with that coveted ultralight beam
Flipping nickels to dimes with these rhymes from my mind
With a dollar and a dream that will come to fruition in time
Journeying the path of this wordplay craft and doing the math
Kicking some knowledge with the minimal college that I have
Loving my heritage but feeling discouraged cause it's apparent
That racism exists as I pump my black fist and weather the current
Will this ever change before I go insane and completely deranged
Been studying history but it's a mystery why things seem the same
Not exactly the same but the game has changed it's deceptive mask
Removed the white sheets & now roam the streets with a gun & a badge