Brainwashed by the melanin watchers
Salty every time a n***a gets honored
Self love stoppers
Like racist otters
Claws sticky from traveling cross bloodstained waters
Jump Jim Crow gave me stage fright
Saying with my an-ces-try
Ex-pect-tree to be my grave site
Hanged for looking at daughters
Ironically that was the only way they allowed my DEscendants to ASCEND
If there's black in your past your slapped with the task of carrying slave ships daily
All of the weight
None of the credit
I always kept a close eye on genocidal avalanches cause they never lied about wanting to bury me
The very least
I was expecting
Was to get blindsided by a wrecking ball as black as I am
Lynching became illegal
Because some realized that it was a disgusting act
While many others realized
That they can convince us to psychologically
Hang our own kind
With no pine
To save our own spine
And they can watch it the whole time
Stir the appropriated gumbo
Get heavy handed when you black pepper in that misguided bigotry
Let us internalize it in our bellies
But never add black heritage cause that would give us strength
Keep us hungry for integration while you stuff us with lies
Remind us there's always more entrées for those that pa** out self hate plates for them
Gotta love sell-your-soul food with A LITTLE CAWN BREAD
Kunta put his foot in it and just like it we are lost
Black panthers who forgot the enemy, scratching each other to get to the top
We are copy paste military soldiers born into a war of slaughtering clones before learning and appreciating our differences yet demomized for being too militant
Trained to attack anything with melanin
Pigment must a**imilate or be eliminated
d**h is the only way to discharge
They choose to dishonor
The beauty in darker
Complexions
And check it
They still
Shoot us for profit
Think you gonna stop it
By speaking to European standards?
By dressing in suits?
Shaving your locks?
Ignorance is all part of the ma**a plan
Self hating brown people are allowed to live until they change course. Intelligence is a weapon "I've got a gun."
Fear for your life
So you steer my kind to the pipeline of prison and erasure
Selling out is synonymous with success
Beat it into our heads until its engrained into our community like whip scars
Shake our self worth til ourselves are worth selling
Let identity fly off the shelves
Put us in cells
Make a franchise out of disenfranchising darker denizens
Take notes of our tendecies and shove us in the margins
Convince us to do the dirty work for you
Teach us betrayal equals survival
Blame feels like bullets
Make us point fingers at each other until it feels like gunpoint
Call it black on black crime
Shame feels like water, it washes away
Let us cleanse ourselves
You want us to Spill our own blood
I know because
The last thing you want on your hands...
And in this world
Is color