Amen, Amen, can the church get an amen
Cops kill another man
God Damn here we go again
Is it cause the color of his skin, does that make him less of a man
Black man fear for his life, left in a white cops hands
God damn, God damn, they pull a gun, it never jam
We comply never ran
But bullets fly Peter Pan.
Tomorrow's not promised man
When you got the blood of Africans
When you got this type of tan
All you hear is a gun go blam
Black man, from the hood
Always misunderstood
Cops think we up to no good
Why we get pressed in our hood
We just trying to live and survive
I got a daughter just turned five
I can see the fear in her eyes
Hoping that her daddy don't die
Wife praying that I make it home
Pray to God I never leave her lone
Can I live to see my kids grown
Finish college and purchase homes
Maybe have some kids of they own
White picket fence with the lawn
Get our own slice of the pie
Wishful thinking maybe not
That ain't in a black mans dreams
That's why a black man schemes
All a nigga know is the hustle, Wu-Tang Clan get the cream
That's the black American dream
All funded by the triple beam
Why we got targets on our backs
Why they seem to target only blacks
Came in and gave our hoods crack
Just to lock us up behind that
Epidemic or systematic
So much for being diplomatic
These devils never played fair
They call ghetto never stayed there
Where I'm from certain colors you can't wear
But this is home we ain't never scared Uh
You should know I stand for the truth
I am just a man in this booth
I am just a man like you
Black man tired of the noose
Black man always make the news
Black men lives what they lose
A dead man if we share hues
Our black men always sing the blues
Why it seem we always lose, can a nigga ever get a win
Nah that ain't likely little nigga, living in a world full of sin
That's why I hit the blunt and hit the gin
Devil trying to reel a nigga in
Troubles of a mortal man
Left in a world I gotta fend
For myself
With little help
But God got me if no one else
Told to be black and be strong
But told being black is being wrong
See the light escape the dark
They can never see what's in my heart
Yeah we been cursed from the start
America can never hide our scars
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Amen, Amen, can the church get an amen
Cops kill another man
God Damn here we go again
Is it cause the color of his skin, does that make him less of a man
Black man fear for his life, left in a white cops hands
God damn, God damn, they pull a gun, it never jam
We comply never ran
But bullets fly Peter Pan.
Tomorrow's not promised man
When you got the blood of Africans
When you got this type of tan
All you hear is a gun go blam
Black man, from the hood
Always misunderstood
Cops think we up to no good
Why we get pressed in our hood
We just trying to live and survive
I got a daughter just turned five
I can see the fear in her eyes
Hoping that her daddy don't die
Wife praying that I make it home
Pray to God I never leave her lone
Can I live to see my kids grown
Finish college and purchase homes
Maybe have some kids of they own
White picket fence with the lawn
Get our own slice of the pie
Wishful thinking maybe not
That ain't in a black mans dreams
That's why a black man schemes
All a nigga know is the hustle, Wu-Tang Clan get the cream
That's the black American dream
All funded by the triple beam
Why we got targets on our backs
Why they seem to target only blacks
Came in and gave our hoods crack
Just to lock us up behind that
Epidemic or systematic
So much for being diplomatic
These devils never played fair
They call ghetto never stayed there
Where I'm from certain colors you can't wear
But this is home we ain't never scared Uh
You should know I stand for the truth
I am just a man in this booth
I am just a man like you
Black man tired of the noose
Black man always make the news
Black men lives what they lose
A dead man if we share hues
Our black men always sing the blues
Why it seem we always lose, can a nigga ever get a win
Nah that ain't likely little nigga, living in a world full of sin
That's why I hit the blunt and hit the gin
Devil trying to reel a nigga in
Troubles of a mortal man
Left in a world I gotta fend
For myself
With little help
But God got me if no one else
Told to be black and be strong
But told being black is being wrong
See the light escape the dark
They can never see what's in my heart
Yeah we been cursed from the start
America can never hide our scars
Cops kill another man
God Damn here we go again
Is it cause the color of his skin, does that make him less of a man
Black man fear for his life, left in a white cops hands
God damn, God damn, they pull a gun, it never jam
We comply never ran
But bullets fly Peter Pan.
Tomorrow's not promised man
When you got the blood of Africans
When you got this type of tan
All you hear is a gun go blam
Black man, from the hood
Always misunderstood
Cops think we up to no good
Why we get pressed in our hood
We just trying to live and survive
I got a daughter just turned five
I can see the fear in her eyes
Hoping that her daddy don't die
Wife praying that I make it home
Pray to God I never leave her lone
Can I live to see my kids grown
Finish college and purchase homes
Maybe have some kids of they own
White picket fence with the lawn
Get our own slice of the pie
Wishful thinking maybe not
That ain't in a black mans dreams
That's why a black man schemes
All a nigga know is the hustle, Wu-Tang Clan get the cream
That's the black American dream
All funded by the triple beam
Why we got targets on our backs
Why they seem to target only blacks
Came in and gave our hoods crack
Just to lock us up behind that
Epidemic or systematic
So much for being diplomatic
These devils never played fair
They call ghetto never stayed there
Where I'm from certain colors you can't wear
But this is home we ain't never scared Uh
You should know I stand for the truth
I am just a man in this booth
I am just a man like you
Black man tired of the noose
Black man always make the news
Black men lives what they lose
A dead man if we share hues
Our black men always sing the blues
Why it seem we always lose, can a nigga ever get a win
Nah that ain't likely little nigga, living in a world full of sin
That's why I hit the blunt and hit the gin
Devil trying to reel a nigga in
Troubles of a mortal man
Left in a world I gotta fend
For myself
With little help
But God got me if no one else
Told to be black and be strong
But told being black is being wrong
See the light escape the dark
They can never see what's in my heart
Yeah we been cursed from the start
America can never hide our scars
Writer: Robert Sorrell Jr
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