Sometime i sit and wonder
How it feel to die
And if the pain will ever
Overtake my mind
Cuz i be needing more
To float me thru the time
Cuz won't nobody love you
If you can't provide
Im a man on mission
With this stubborn pride
My victimized condition
On a homicide
Are they real or they fake
How do u ever know
But if you keep to yoself
Then you'll never grow
Why yall always think we violent
When its something wrong
How we gone feed the village
If the lake low
Why our women think we nothing
Whеn we trying though
And why we only seem important
When wе dying though
A Black men the biggest target
They be flying on
U got it printed on dat fitted
On yo head tho
Them bottled up emotions
Keep the weak strong
And if u tell it how u see it
They gone do u wrong
Ill put a sword in my back
If i die alone
And at the end when its said
U know im never gone
Not Everybody tryna see you weak P
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