The Black Experience

I sit and think about the ways how I can stay accomplished
Between the offers, I had blown all these bank deposits
I swore myself to make it to the other side I promise
How can I keep it if they drown me in the fucking violence

Tell me what the black experience feels like?
Is it from the moment you're born, when your momma gon hold you real tight?
Step foot in the world, she's torn
Conflicted how she gon raise right
When everybody outside, was raised to vote right
Tell me when that shit don't feel right?

Tell me what this bullshit feels like?
Makes you wanna fucking kill right?
End up on the streets with no dollar on your name I guess that's suicide
Aiming for a new and better life
That's why we out here; with signs and outcries
Even in our lifetime, still believe we gon be alright

Break the chains, kick the fucking door down
We making change, won't get us on the floor now
Raise ya fist and make sure you keep it high up
We making way for everybody that look like us

Break the chains, kick the fucking door down
We making change, won't get us on the floor now
Raise ya fist and make sure you keep it high up
We making way for everybody that look like us

Let's break the chains in order to make way
For a new and better tomorrow
I know that we're tired, frustrated, angry but these emotions are only temporary, not hollow
I do feel like this time around it'll be different

This is a message to all my brothers & sisters
We have the power to make a difference