These are hard times, gotta have a strong mind.
Losing it is not an option, you just gotta grind.
War wounds, whilst committing war crimes.
I wonder if anyone can see these deep scars?
Got a mission, and it needs to be completed.
Taking flak is nothing; get to where you’re needed.
What’s another year or two? Done lost all sense of time.
Shit gotta get done, especially when you’re the prime.
Pressure building up…feel like giving up…impossible.
The finish is still attainable, suck it up, make it bearable.
Will power is enough to get you there, get you where?
Home, the one place where you won’t need to fear.
Last clip, enemy zones, and balls of steel…Make it there.
My black skin, my slave hair, my big lips; got me marked for death.
Them laws is against me, always gotta prove my innocence.
Even if I get killed, minding my business, I’m the one at fault.
This nigger skin gon’ get me dead, shit makes no sense.
Justice in America? shit, don’t hold your breath.
Don’t let me die in the hood, killer will never be caught.
If I get killed in the burbs, well, I should’ve made myself more visible.
Blending in with the darkness was my mistake, damn my genetics.
Only thing they want is my taxes, after that I’m nothing but expendable.
Ha, “post-racial” my ass, y’all really thought racism was a relic?
I got a younger brother only seventeen and a football player,
What the fuck I’m supposed to tell him? “It’s not fair?”
That coulda been him walking home from practice, man, fuck this case.
I read the message loud and clear: No niggas wanted here.
It’s aight tho, once I get this education, I’m on my way.
Y’all can keep this shit, I’m going back to where I was made.