My People

If poppa could sing this song He would speak

of a time of picked lines the days this long

segregated history but he would also speak of a people in love

with unity but just how can this be that 1963 seems much better

I got me a new ride this time with insurance but gas is way too high

his right before our eyes ironically I can't

drive my new sedan without my new black friend

sometimes it rains and what is the Sun without a rainy day but

sometimes I wish this rain would wash the reigns away and this

man in power is rumoured to have taken many jobs away from us...

A young man finds family in a local

gang and it ain't no good no no no...

and sometimes I feel safer riding a 5 ton

piece of metal in the arrow looking in the hood

My brothers can't get out,

the hood is on lock down and cats is moving the keys

homicide as if we don't loose

enough from the battles going on overseas

tonight my eyes will burn and pray

that we will learn to love our people

let momma sing this song there's never been

a worst time to be living young and black.

and let it be a fact sometimes I feel the good outweighing the bad

and if I had the chance I would crush this feeling.

for all our people.