Black Children Are An Endangered Species?
Every 21 Minutes The Next Possible Leader Is Aborted?
The Most Unsafe Place For An African American Child Is In My Womb?
I Guess You Assumed You Could Say What You Wanted In Jesus’ Name
And I Would Let It Slide
Let It Ride Like You Rode A Ship And Talked Some Shit
To Bring Me To A Land That Wasn’t Mine
Told My King I’d Be Fine And That You’d Be Kind
But As The Story Goes 500 Years Later
And You Still Lying
You Wasn’t Trying To ‘Make Me Betta’
At Night Together We Conceived That Child
Forced Me To Breed That Child
More Stock To Tend More Crops For Your Hard Labor
Back Broke, Culture Choked
Vilifying Me ‘Cause I’m Trying To Survive
Blaming Me Of Committing Genocide?
I Just Been Trying To Live Inside America And This Dream
Trying To Keep Hope Alive While You Keep The Pope Alive
And The Pedophiles Who Would Rape That Same Child And Sweep It Under Rugs
Hail Mary’s And Hugs With Hues Of Red White And Blue
With Liberty And Justice For Only You
My Womb Produced All The Leaders You Constantly Kill
Every 21 Minutes A Black Child Is Faced With The Real Deal
On 58th & State
Swallowed The Blue Pill But The Matrix Is Hate, Racial Profiling, And Rape
Prayin’ For A Clean Slate After Bargains And Pleas
Endangered In A Land Of Thieves, But A Species?
Insensitivity At Its Best
Culturally Incompetent
Civil Unrest
Misinformed
Unworthy To Lead A Charge Then Charge Me With Murder!
Where Are You After Our Babies Are Born?
You Scorn, Jack Welfare & Health Reform
Sons And Daughters Mourned Over Caskets And Graves
But Not By My Hand
Ain’t Never Been My Plan To Kill The Next Black Man
Yet You Stand Blameless As If You Really Give A Damn
You Eating Filet Mignon, Baby Eating Spam
Food Deserts, Polluted Air
Shit Schools Setting Rules For Ritalin Ridden Babies
You Take A Time Out!
And Put Some Time In
Cause You Don’t Comprehend My Beginning Or My End
Covering My Roots Like Thieves Cover Tracks
One Nation Under God
Indivisible ‘Til We Visualized A Leader
Targeting Me Again As A Breeder
With His Picture To Mock Me
Billboards To Shock Me
This Ain’t Shit But The Next Plan To Block Me
But I See You…Pharisee.
Black Preachers Gon’ Wild
Crucifying Queens
Pimpin’ King James For Fame
In Jesus’ Name Pitting Blame
Like God Is Pleased
You The Disease In The Village That We Just…Can’t…Shake
But My Back Is Something You Just…Can’t…Break
Flexible Like The Willow
Bosom Soft Like A Pillow That Was Used To Nurse
Yo Foul Ass
If I Wasn’t Spiritual I’d Curse
Yo Foul Ass
But You Already Done
Til You Do Right By Me The Race Ain’t Run, The Spin Ain’t Spun
You Think You’ve Won But It’s Only Just Begun
Like A Sucka Punch When You Least Expect It
I’ll Be There
Leading A Healthy Life In Spite Of Your Hypocrisy
I’ll Be There
Raising A Healthy Family Rooted In Democracy
I’ll Be There
Doing What Black Women Have Always Had To Do In Spite Of You
Rebuke That Shit…
And Continue.