My Peoples

Ive seen streets, were youth
Are forced to take the long way home
And Ive seen mothers mourn
The loss of there only born
Still I believe, we are given nothin more than we can beg
A vision is only blurred when life seems unfair
Who am I to judge the man with the needle in his veins
When hes just chasing freedom to escape the pain
Of the worlds fast paced pipe dreams and shortcomings
Hes just trying to make do and find a way out of nothing
Its like, we damned if we do and damned if we dont
And its a very thin line between respect and being broke
And being one red button away from World War III
Always called the minority
And always, always pulled over
Facing police brutality
Why is every street a living hell?
Probably cause they want us to fail
Yeah, three strikes and surely back to jail
Like the slave ships when they sail
Years and years of civil rights chasing to pass that bill
But ask yourself, people have we changed or are we standing still
Down and out struggling in this concrete jungle
One check away from starvation, poverty
But they say being free is about speaking your mind
Prophesies too much and thats where they draw the line
A line as thin as the line between war and peace
A line as thin as the line between west and east
One button away from World War III
Being called a minority
And being pulled, always being pulled over
And subject to brutality
Why is every street like a living hell?
Probably cause they all just want us to fail
And three strikes and surely back to jail
Like the slaves ship when they sail but they dont know that
My people whose pains are cornered
My peoples all shapes and colors
My peoples got more peoples with ills
Thats more peoples, more siesters and brothers
My people stay strong as an ox
My peoples will never fail
My peoples will always remain
Remain with a story to tell
My peoples was paints on the door
My peoples all shapes and colors
My peoples got more peoples with ills
Thats more people, more sisters and brothers
My people stay strong as an ox
My peoples will never fail
My peoples will always remain
Remain with a story to tell
My peoples was paints on the door
My peoples all shapes and colors
My peoples got more peoples in jail
Thats more people than sisters and brothers
My people stay strong as an ox
My peoples will never fail
My peoples will always remain
Remain with a story to tell
My peoples was paints on the door
My peoples all shapes and colors
My peoples got more peoples with ills
More people, more sisters and brothers
My people stay strong as an ox
My peoples will never fail
My peoples will always remain
Remain with a story to tell