Every night I pray I’ll face another day
And I guess I’m blessed the Lord sees it my way
And allows me another opportunity
To timely educate the world community
For so long it seems I’ve tried to get the word out
And convince society that we need a turnabout
And stop doing crime and stop doing time
And combine the human race and erase racial lines
But I guess we’re all blind at least too blind to see that
We’re human first, then Americans, and then Black
Nobody lacks obstacles or adversity
Least of all you and especially me
When will we see there’s room for every damn one
And stop killing fathers, brothers, and sons
What have they done but overcome and work so hard
To have a little money, a home, and their own car
But yet, you haven’t tried so how could you succeed
And now, you’re charged with murder in the first degree
You jacked a car without regard of the victim’s plea
You didn’t have to shoot him but more and more I see
Stupid, senseless, asinine murders
Just when I think the limit’s reached
It goes further and further
To unheard of extremes
They’re steadily bustin’ caps
Yeah, a sight for sore eyes
But that’s what’s the happs...

I see homeless people with no food to eat
But my money’s too short to give it out on the street
I can’t spare a dime, G
‘Cause if I give you mine, I won’t be able to eat
So when they ask, I act like I don’t hear
I can’t afford to be nice
It’s not like I don’t care
But what can I do
Why should I give to the point where I’m homeless too
Misery loves company but I can’t be its guest
Everyday, I need to thank God I’ve been blessed
Sometimes, I forget
But I’ve got to start remembering
‘Cause that is one tie a brother can’t be severing
‘Cause I’ll never get to heaven if I’m breakin’ hearts
Why call my woman names
Why should I even start
‘Cause if the shoe don’t fit, I shouldn’t try to make her wear it
She fills my heart with love and with her I want to share it
I have to watch what I say…some take it out of context
Black men gettin’ murdered
So maybe I am next

But I refuse to start living my whole life in fear
And I know one sheds only so many tears
I guess I’ve got to make the best of a bad situation
Maybe things will get better with my timely education
And in the process, I can make some snaps
I know I’m not perfect but I know what’s the happs...

I wrote a simple rhyme and they changed the meaning
It was politically incorrect
So now, it’s open season
On my freedom or speech and my freedom to assemble
I lost my freedom to Socialism
That’s what it resembles
Freedom was wider than the ocean and deeper than the sea
Now, it’s so hard to find my civil liberties
Someone’s put ‘em on hold or they’re pulling on the choke
I don’t need a microscope to see my freedom’s revoked
Snap, crackle, pop...
Another drive-by shooting
Reggie Denny got no justice and I don’t see no one looting
Or rooting...where is the second trial
A civil rights violation Black American style
Yes, I said Black
Just check the pigmentation
I was born American
I ain’t from an African nation
And I understand those are man’s origins
But I also understand the meaning of American
An American is made up of every culture, creed, and race
It’s a melting pot
It can’t be a separatist state
So before we concentrate on being Black let’s be human
Divided we’ll all fall right into ruins
Where we falling apart it’s time to make sutures
Or else we’ll all be living a life without a future
This ain’t biased education
It’s not only for the Blacks
It’s for everyone who wants to know what’s the happs...