I’m black like the struggle, I’m black like the mothers
I’m black like the brothers inside of my circle that stuck with each other
I’m black like I’m breeded, I’m black like my people
I’m black like I built this country on my back but I’m still not an equal.
Black like the people in homes by the freeway
Black like the people that live out in Chile
Black like the skin that spent time in the sun
Black like Olympians training to run
Black like I love myself past what they taught me
Black like I’m royalty back where they bought me
Black like I don’t find my truth in the books
Black like they sell me back the things that they took
Black like if I go do the same I’m a crook
Black like the people who know how to cook
Black like the father of Edison’s filament
Black like it shocks you when I don’t speak ignorant
Black like commercials with singing and snares
Black like wide nostrils and gelled baby hairs
Black like I used to praise God in a turban
Black like if they can’t call me a thug they say urban.
Black like my blood isn’t worth resignation
Black like I fear fruitvale being a station
Black like the color of broken TVs
Black like the fact Trayvon coulda been me
Black like the color of death with no justice
Black like them leaving Mike’s body in public
Black like those 50 shots going through car doors
Black like the opposite of who killed Crawford
Black like you watch as they come in your house
Black like your daughter sees them drag you out
Black like true equity still seems so far
Black like you die if you sleep in your car
Black like your fist up means you hate the police
Black like at 12 you get shot for the peace
Black like your life ends with pleading they free you
Black like they hate how much they wanna be you.
–Wavy D (https://soundcloud.com/wavvyd)
