When the world tells me there’s no hope for you.
Just a small percentage of a population
Yet my vote will change the next generation
See the lies they tell have gotten you blind as well
Maybe I should party hard and not have a care
Then I’ll find my self living in their hell.
What am I to do?
I see planes crashing in the news
I hear people are hiding nuclear bombs to use
And every time I see another black man in the news
He’s either abusing or being abused
I guess the only reason it comes on the TV
Is because he’s not representing their money properly
What am I to do?
See they told me Jesus was white
And my brown skin was black
I guess like they threw away the original statue of liberty
Is the same way they hung Jesus on that cross
So much for unsolved mysteries
What am I to do?
They gave us greek gods to forget who we was
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday
Told us to get 9 to 5’s and become somebody
We opted to make our own story
Then they gave us the guns and drugs and labeled us as thugs
Yet we live under the same sun
What are we to do?
