Jaded Intro

Self made, I never hated, but you got me jaded
I see the hate and it's looking awfully complicated
19, I didn't scream with my mom when he died
I had to sit with her and wipe the tears away from her eyes

There's no hyperbole, I mean I had to hold the tissue
When life's abrupt, I hold it up, so tell me what's the issue
I never hated, never hated, but you make me jaded
I see the news, another black man, being subjugated

We live our lives out innocent and yet we're met with torture
I walk outside, look to the sky, I see buzzards and vultures
We're dying soldiers in this place, we never asked for this
Black is a culture, not a race, something you can't embrace

I'm on a plane and I curl my hair up in a twist
I start to reminisce the moments we all seem to miss
I think you know these motha fuckas took us from the shore
Put us in a store with a price tag nothing to adore

The price has never changed, I see the value on our names
We die and we're to blame, because you can't handle the shame
You can't handle the truth and still look at what we became
What will it take for you to see that we are all the same

I never hated, barely jaded, but you're overrated