Why does every brotha appear angry
And every sista seem to suffer the world
It's true!  I submit to you
The pressures of every raven man and ebony girl
Ever stride down the boulevard
And watch the doors locks as you pass by
A brotha has
Even if he wears an ensemble and tie
Have you ever shopped with infant in arm
And been treated as if that dress you can't afford
A sista has
Even if she is chairwoman of the board
Have you ever been trained you wasn't shit
You will never find your way
A brotha has
By the media and his environment each and every day
Have you ever clung on to hope so tight
Only to have him shot dead in your full sight
A sista has
She called him son, brother, lova, now only tears consume her nights
So when you ask me to reveal my mouth's crown
Is it because you wish me happiness
Or is it cuz you fear my frown
Inform me should our sistas, wives, and boo's
Slacken when freedom is still not completely true
When I saw through dispirited pup eyes
You killed Martin and made those eyes cry
Now I see through a Sapphire blaze
You mock and fear me and swear I'm crazed