The Game

The time was thought to be coming

Where everyone is treated equally,

Violence ceasing to exist

So mothers can finally stop the morning

Of their lost children once born

Exiting this earth so unexpectedly

Wondering who is next

To go through another tragedy.

Niggas shooting each other

For whatever reason.

Sistas hoping that we can come together

Forming unity within our nation.

Sellin’ and pimpin’, are the shit we in

Instead of educating ourselves for the new millennium.

Using the talent of persuasion for good

And be able to finally change the hood.

Racial feuding

That is physically, mentally, and spiritually driven.

No justification to stereotyping

And racial profiling

Club owners and Bouncers

Don’t give a f***

If they loose a buck

As long as they get rid of all the colored mother f***ers.

Eyes watching in

Stores, malls, and streets

Brothers wondering what standards to meet.

How are minorities to brake away,

From their chains

When certain people

Somehow seem to continuously be able to change

The game.