Every day I wake in the morn..wondering why I was born. The struggle is strong. These days and night are lonely and long.
Working hard to keep afloat...even though I'm still makin payments on My boat.
People always lookin at Me like I suspect number One. Can't even put My hands in My pocket on a cold day cause the Law gonna think I'm holdin a gun.
But I keep on....keepin on. Cause I'm a Black Man...and I'm supposed to be strong.
yeah...right. it ain't that fuckin easy.
I want that life...where its sunny and breezy... where life....is slow and easy.
Where I can create a ponzi scam...and get a slap on the wrist by the "Man". Or..not pay taxes...steal all the companies money and shred the faxes.
Do crime...but not do ...time.
Cause all I gotta do right now...is go to the store....next thing ya know...Cops got Me on the floor.
Better not move...or I'll get shot...and they'll say I had a gun...that I ain't got.
But..that's how it is...in the life of a Black Man.
Despite the pitfalls....I do what I can.
To live just one more day...cause...a brutha got child support to pay.
And even if I die...ya know the government gonna get their money...some way.
Knowledge is the Lock. Survival is the key.
I know I'm gonna make it...
cause...
GOD is watching over Me.
Even if I'm invisible in the Crowd...
I raise My fist...
cause...
I'm Black
I'm Proud.
Salaam!
E.c. 28122011
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