"And the Cycle Continues"
There is a higher chance of my brother being thrown in jail
Than getting his college degree
They treat the black male with a despicable principle
Making us seem like criminals
For they celebrate the white man to make us feel miserable
We get sent away just for some petty things
Thus we become the imprisonable
And our families struggling just to find a penny, dang
These racial disparities, help with their insecurities
But make us feel inferior, so they can feel superior
And as a result, generations and generations suffer
No father to make them supper, no daddy to help them be tougher
So they become rougher, trying to find their way
But the right path is so far away, society’s paving the way
They want us to be your average criminal, oh how it’s so typical,
But at the end, yet another generation will encounter their cynical ways
In 1971, the prison population was 200,000,
Now it’s over two million
And thus the cycle continues...
"We Never Win"
What power does the black man have?
They kill those trying to help the revolution, so we stop, do what we’re told
We can’t get a job, for we can’t get an education
Why is that?
It’s 2018, and now we have learned
That black preschoolers make up about half of the preschoolers suspended.
SUSPENDED …. Suspended …... suspended.
“School - to - prison pipeline” is what they say
This is how the cycle continues.
School, is where we belong, but prison is where we are
While they have now risen and have made this now tradition
This tradition has put us in a position, where we are now criminalized
We are treated with despicable principles
While they are celebrated for doing the minimal
Psychotic games swirl around promoting a dangerous game
No one wins, everyone loses…. Game over
But why is it this way?
1915, Birth of a Nation came out, it portrayed what white people thought of us
Helped their ideas become a reality
Made sure our freedom wasn’t guaranteed
In the 70’s they couldn't call us names
So they switched their tactics and
Used words they thought we couldn’t decode, this gave them time to reload their guns
This helped them make new laws
That were extremely flawed
We even had a war
It was us against the world
Every night we were posted on TV
Being arrested on petty crimes
All of a sudden we started to feel unsteady
We were afraid
This is what they wanted
It felt like we got hit with a grenade
The law says we should be free
Free of racism
Free of discrimination
They give us an all white jury, who look at us funny
There is no justice, they just keep locking us up
They make us worry, making the world look ugly
When we don’t get locked up, they put us on probation
We still feel chained to this hopeless society
Probation is now a landmine, your life is now confined
To the strict rules of the law, it’s like you got the short end of the straw.
One little mishap, and your life's officially a rap