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[verse 1: Quill]
My people used to be queens and kings
Now they traded their dreams for bling
and fiend for things they don't really need
Lemmie tell you what we really need
Not someone who turn black people into sheep
But black leaders, indeed
Fo'hundred years, and we still ain't freed
It's plain to see they don't want us to read
And learn, that's why books got burned
Things done took a different turn
And mostly for the worse, it's hurt
To see my family's still in the dirt
My children still hurt by the same words
It's like we cursed on this earth
No, I don't want a apology, thank ya
What I want it some fuckin' answers

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My questions must be cancer
Cause they ain't got answers
When I ask 'm what happened
Why we have to adapt to them?
call us monkeys, love to see us dance 'n'
love to see us play ball,
love to hear us rappin'
Just cuz we black men
Why we shot at random?
why is our freedom held ransom?
I can hear 'm laughin'
Ain't never gonna give us answers

[verse 2: Quill]
They raped our sisters, hanged our ancestors
Now they too chicken to answer my questions
When school's out, class is in session
shit happens, the first lesson
hoes in skanky dresses, gangsters who treat weapons
better than they treat they own children
reverends cashin' in on blessings
Stereotypes kept alive thanks to my brethren
back to the essence, to them, black means you less than
a cockroach, they all wanna stomp us
that's why we need politicians and doctors
gotta to stop the nonsense, be conscious
they wronged us, I lost count of the losses
force us to say what they want us, up in the office
who's there to represent us? this is real talk
Most sentences I end with a question mark

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[verse 3: Quill]
I'm not here to preach or teach ya
I just wanna reach ya, free ya
Of the lies the white man wanna teach us
White lies, white collar crime, white Jezus
Why, Jezus, they line up each of us
For the same crime, like we all got the exact same facial features
Who's this generic man we all look alike?
this is not a chapter, but a footnote in the book of life
that bearded white hippie don't look like Christ
but niggas too distracted by whips and ice
ghetto dreamin' of livin' like Suge Knight
good night, and good luck, glued to the tv
don't believe everthing you see, me
I only believe half of the news, really
listenin' without thinkin' it's just too easy
niggas got it twisted like Houdini

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