Situation gone Bad

Just because your part of mankind
That doesnt make you all kind man
A bad man a mad man your just A man
Some are fans or play for France
Others run slums
They beat you like big drums
Then drop you like bread crumbs
Then make you sell there guns
You get caught "they are out son"
In court your done good bye

You sold to an officer your gone for good
Does that make hime a dumb son from the hood
He's thinking I coulda I shoulda I woulda
He aint built for the penetentary blocks
He was cool he didn't have to sell no glocks
He makes the most of a bad situation in the block
Reading books no longer shook when the brothers look in
Becoming popular with the inmates and the screws in the wing
In his cell theres sketches of Africa "The freedom within"
Next to Malcolm X's book is his poetry written by him
Bringing tears to his eyes when he wrote about it
Black heroes who have tried were killed think about it
The black panthers education system hit by the feds
They couldn't stand it one bit we were breaking there chains
They used one of our own to flood drugs in to the game
Selling drugs in the community polluting our brains
So we wear designer clothes feeling no shame
Then we sell our queens bodys just to get high again
We extort our young kings future for riches and benz's
So many murderers and fiends in the places we live
The pimps and hustlers on different levels fearing the dip
dont have a drink have a think cant you see we falling
How man drug related deaths must we witness to see we losing
A bullets fired then there silence taken over by sirens
Back to the yard the lifers are admired by inmates
My homie Yasir points and saids "aint he that lier
The one who gave you the guns and left you in fire"
He reply's "yeah but I dont want revenge even though I did want it prior"