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They said they couldn’t hear the darker brother.
True, we came from different mothers but we share the similar ancestors.
My clan has paid, both in blood and gold truth be told.
Some were sold and some stayed back but I find myself on a new future’s map.
They said all I could do was sling drugs, rap, and play my position other than that of quarterback.
I simply couldn’t honor that.
I refused to cap my intellect.
It cost too much.
I don’t see myself going Dutch with the one percent.
They tried to silence me but I broke through poetically.
My time is now spent coming up with different strategies to pay the rent.
I know I needed to vent, my brothers and I stood tall through the weight of it all.
We can all recall those ancestors who paid their price for our education, while paying it forward with respect by raising the bar.
Speak in confidence, but move in silence.
Wise men know that some codes need revision.
Envision a world where police show up and protect the hood.
Stop bowing down to their paper effigies while pawning the gold mines of your heritage.
In God We Trust… Till the power bill comes and you feel like Craig from Friday.
Damn my people need to get paid,or change the way our community operates- perhaps both pave a way to a more peaceful day.