Pain Within a Rose

Im Black and im proud
I used to wear the, Hightop
Looking like ancient African crowns
It's saddening how
Hate crimes they aren't just scattered around,Black children missing
Only Madeline counts
Our people battle it out
For validation of society
These riots be proof, like diets
We have some choice but lack of variety
Psychiatry, cannot treat our people
We've silently, been exploited like piracy
The sirens remind us of crimes against our privacy
They throw shade on us, pull back the blinds
Outside the box we're trynna see
But instead they're trynna keep us in a cage
We used to wear chains
Now we work for minimal pay, how the
Visual stays, under surface I'll never know
Hearts getting cold, let alone the streets
Kids letting go of bullets, then jetting
So set in stone, his name, and rest in peace
It's mad to rest with a piece, just to rest with ps
The recipe of destruction is jealousy
Give a broke nigga, one opportunity then you'll see
A white and brown licker
Thoughts get you sicker than Hennessy
Our people need remedy
We medicate with melody, ugh

RIP doctor Sebi
And fuck the telly
The media is twisted, you eat it up like spaghetti
With bullets they make it rain and celebrate like confetti
Britain's so proud of the empire
But always seem to forget the
Deadly crimes they perpetrated
These Resources can be shared
they prefer to take it
And Africa ain't 3rd world
it was the first world, but
Then the world drained the wealth
it's a cursed world
The first girl on earth was Eve
Coming Straight from Ethiopia
I know that my opinion can't compete with your myopia
They don't know about obeah, and it shows
My people the epitome, of pain within a rose
We still rose
Like the sweat under my clothes im staying cool all way thru when the situations cruel, cause jésus
or somebody up there has made proof that they do
Watch over my skin, I gotta stay true



Credits
Writer(s): Nubia Assata
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