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letra de white america 2 "3-2" - cornelius

f-ck white supremacy, how tf you gone teach history but leave it a mystery
i need a witness please
to see that we’re really the enemy
age is never a factor, if it’s a black life
they’re trying to get rid of
throw them in cage
to enlight our hate
use our rage to break us
and beat us till we’re blue
and call us violets for bleeding truth
cuz roses aren’t only red but violets can never be blue
so we speak only what we see
and they switch up everything they’re told
to hold us back from what we’re met to be
we carry pain through time
i guess it tick tocks our culture
showing the blood, sweat, tears
and the bodies we burried
that this battle ain’t close to being over
we all got heart, but ain’t never shown love
we all got smart, but ain’t never given work
we all got words, but ain’t never heard
we all we got, but that sh-t feels like a curse
we rather hate & k!ll those, blessed with our pigment
than those hating us for our different complexion
but that come to show we don’t know any better
we’re just p-wns in america
they k!ll away when they have white mouths to feed
to reproduce more haters
its a kingdom of hate
build on a land thats free
under a bird that’s bald
in a black & white world, but only thing that matter is that paper thats green
and its funny i’m 19 and i see what my ancestors wish they could see
100 years ago, many thought this would be the year to be alive
but here we lie died & many struggling to survive
ain’t sh-t changed, but the chains to prove a modern day slavery
we rocking timberlands, the same trees they would use to hang me in
watch my life drain, like this countries worth
it’s a joke, but scared to laugh
so my life won’t be took
like a mothers first born or only son
or a father who stood still but should of run
these bullets ain’t got names, but have aim & always claim their targets
and it gets darker
how everyday many have to watch their kids leave to school with their little brother or sister
and wonder if they’ll make it back home under the same condition they left in
but accepting a few cuts & bruises as long as they’re alive & still breathing
you’ll never know when its the last time you’ll see another sister or brother
so love them when you have the chance
and don’t procrastinate any longer
your last conversation may be the one you’re stuck to remember
what you said, how you said it?
did you ever hold him or told her you loved her
worse time to see someone best dress day is in a coffin
when nothing else matters
in a long dress, or 3 piece suit
when everyone is gathered
drinking wine, holding hands, sharing tears
reminescing about the day he/she was still here & praying he’s somewhere better
cuz death leaves a pain n-body can heal
but the love leaves a memory n-body could steal
and mann that sh-ts heavy pressure
us having the torch, but them having all the power
its like we built this game
but they’re the ones with the controller
we never handed it to them
they build their own from our blueprint & took the game from under
took our conception of what freedom really is
who our god really was
or if jesus was real or just the first slave ship all the slaves cluelessly rode
and we’re all made to be king & queens
but were enslaved to our own kingdom
why do we have to work til we’re 60
just to enjoy our own freedom
this land of the free is the same land
where taking a knee will cost you your position
where the white house is home to a racist supremacist that’s our dam president
in land where greed is so indomitable
taking net neutrality was an option
in a land with 330million people
3 people were able to override a decision
and i know each day gets harder & harder
to live & concieve a brighter future for our culture
but remember, each day is a blessing
the ones you wish you could relive
are the ones you’ll forget your living
so keep your head up & live with a purpose
and never forget god is what we should all be after
doesn’t matter which god you believe in
cuz we all came from that same father

battle for equality isn’t all won by war & guns, but being in the right state of mind

- cornelius

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