Blacks Faced 2007

FUCK the black leaders, you can tell em I said it
FUCK the NAACP, like AIDS lets spread it
FUCK the rappers, who w/ their cash aint doin shit
I’ma dead man walking, and I’m livin a death wish

Hello, what’s my name? now that don’t worry
Cuz ina few months, the obituary’s prolly gonna tell my story
I grew up in Jena,Louisiana..yah I know you never heard of that
Well it’s a place,where people say “I can’t believe he has the nerve to be BLACK”
Aite long story short, I sat ina white area without budgin
So they threatened to hang me from their family tree like a distant step cousin
I know this sounds like something strait out of the 1920s
But it just happened last week, you can catch me on 20/20
Not for them threatenin my life, but because I chose to fight back
A lil scuffle, he went to the hospital…was out a few hours later for a night cap
But me? Nah, me and my friends got arrested, attempted murder for steppin
On his racist face, they countin my shoe as a murder weapon
Yah my fuckin shoe, me getting anything less than 20 yrs is a no go
How ironic, since it all started from a Timbaland boot logo
We’re the Jena six, getting genocide like a savage
And as I’m in this tomb facin life, like a miscarriage
I’m askin
Where’s Al Sharpton? oh he’s busy tryna censor what some rapper writes
While I’m losin my right to breathe and they’re tryna censor my life
Where’s Dr. Cosby? Oh yeah, he’s preachin about boys jeans saggin
While I’ll be saggin behind bars, w/ some white prison guards laughin
Where’s Condaleeza, while I’m bein made out to be a crook
I guess she can’t get her face out of little George’s Bush
So I say

FUCK the black leaders, you can tell em I said it
FUCK the NAACP, like AIDS lets spread it
FUCK the rappers, who w/ their cash aint doin shit
I’ma dead man walking, and I livin a death wish

Hello, what’s my name? man that aint even worth stressin
Just about a week ago I got beat by police just for askin a question
I was pulled over for speeding then they asked to search my car
I asked why…and what came next is them birthing my scars
A simple question led to them cutting off their lights and alarms
A simple question led to them breaking my arms
A simple question one now I wish was never spoken
Because now I can’t say much of nothing, not with my jaw bein broken
My mother reported the incident now we’re all over the local news
“Minister’s son! Beaten down! Broken and abused!
It’s taken awhile to process everything as these images flash again and again
In my head, and I know if I was white my story would be on CNN
But this isn’t a race thing, of course not that’s not it
Sure I’ve got dreaded hair, I’m 16 and I’m black ina nice whip
if I was white, I know the same thing would’ve come true
I turn on the news, and see Paris Hilton arrested…shit and she was drunk too
So wait, wait…she was drunk drivin and got a slap ON the wrist?
While for ALLEGEDLY speeding, while SOBER…I get a slap BY the fist?
If she would’ve gotten beat, them damn cops would be dead
Instead I’m the one waitin on processing their retirement from a hospital bed
Which has me askin
Where’s Al Sharpton? oh he’s busy tryna censor what some rapper writes
While I’m losin my right to breathe and they’re tryna censor my life
Where’s Russell? While I’m fightin to make them pay
Oh yah he’s doin Yoga, and fightin them rumors of him being gay
Where’s Condaleeza, while I’m getting beat down like a crook
I guess she can’t get her face out of little George’s Bush
So I say

FUCK the black leaders, you can tell em I said it/
FUCK the NAACP, like AIDS lets spread it/
FUCK the rappers, who w/ their cash aint doin shit/
I’ma dead man walking, and I’m livin death wish/

What’s my name? Oh wait of course that doesn’t matter
I’m a single mother whose pockets ain’t getting fatter
I’m poor as dirt and my son hasn’t been home in years
He might be dead, my prayers seem to drown in my tears
My neighborhood is run down, while poverty is keeping me company
Not appreciated at my job, the school system is my husband and he keeps dumpin me
I’m trying to stay strong, but my muscles don’t feel up to the task
My daughter keeps givin me money, where its comin from I’m afraid to ask
My sister died of AIDS, so I’m afraid to get tested
Not only was she unprotected but it came from us both bein molested
So many years ago, so many years to come, alone
I call on God, but it seems I keep getting a dial tone
I try to get my lesson plan ready for the students that show up
There’s this one boy that has so much potential, if only he wasn’t always doped up
I remember last February he would always come so often
We had a test on African kings, he was the only student whose answer wasn’t ‘Martin’
I laughed to myself at his next answer, so funny ya see
It asked “Why did slave masters sell blacks out” he wrote “Ask BET”
Smart boy, but now I hear he’s running drug routes
Can’t really blame him, since he’s seen as the man of his house
Reminds me of my own son, they were almost the same age
When he left…now it seems he’s going to turn out the same way
So I’m askin
where’s Al Sharpton? oh he’s busy tryna censor what some rapper writes
While hes losin his right to breathe and they’re tryna censor his life
Where’s Oprah? Oh yeah, building schools in Africa, I’ll admit that their worth it
But she has some nerve to say its because kids here dont deserve it
Where’s Jesse? No really, where’s Jesse? I’m needin a glimpse
Had that baby out of wedlock and we haven’t seen him since
Where’s Condaleeza, while I live my life like some crook
I guess she can’t get her face out of lil George’s Bush
So I say

FUCK the black leaders, you can tell em I said it
FUCK the NAACP, like AIDS lets spread it
FUCK the rappers, who w/ their cash aint doin shit
I’ma dead man walking, and I livin a death wish

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