Juneteenth

Shacked up and chained
To
Shackles ands chains
To
Shaq and Wilt Chamberlain
We made it being black what's the name for it
Determination
Dedication
Control of will
They tried terminating
Devastation
But we still
The ones innovating
Til' equality can be real
Ya see in this nation
Tho problems have been revealed
There's a refusal to believe not all us are given
The usual opportunities everybody else is getting
Thankful I'm alive
But for a better place I strive
For us and all the others who had it as hard as me
Eighteen Sixty-Five
By work and grace of god
We got free still in two thousands we celebrating Juneteenth

I believe that the white man is intelligent enough
If he were made to realize
How black people really feel
And how fed up we are, without that old compromising

Black but don't appear, to be appears I look foreign
Best part bout black, no fear to be outside of the norm
At least I ain't come out clear, but can't stay out when it's warm
Went through struggle for years, fore I even was born see
I've been told I was racist
I've been called out my name
They like to judge off of faces
It's blissful never to change
But so is ignorance
And also lack of control
Low melanin in my skin
Black inside of my soul ok
Because of that and killer raps I'm still no gon' lead the culture on
Hold myself to my word, or end up with a broken arm
Lifted all the weight, thankful god had bestowed upon in
Me another day, not everybody is getting one
Albino as it gets, I figured I'd get my focus goin'
Dark just like my pitch, but couldn't tell by the surface so
Confused bystanders get, I'm casually saying nigga those
With common common sense not trippin they know I'm dark as coal
They go and and say I'm white as snow
Or cocoa like a bag of blow
As long as they can keep it jokes
Then we can do the back and forth
Don't ask me how it feel to be In between the middle
I chose a side been down to ride every time I'm official
Remember as a child just wanted some understanding
Now life done got wild feel like the only one standing
I been in it for awhile, awhile I had been planning
To show 'em I'm more than mild then jacks or tobacco plant is
But black like tobacco plant is
That just means I'm addicting, a killa just as a standard
Wrapped around inside a paper it shield me from any damage
Light me up til I vanish
Through ashes my music passes
I'm hotter than you could manage
Sizzle baby

If he's not ready
To clean his up
If he's not ready
To clean his up, he shouldn't have a house
It should catch on fire
And burn down