Sunday, August 28, 2005

He was Only The Black Man

Standing on the corner trying to sell his dope Cops won't roll by this he hopes Hustling for survival Trying to beat rivals Making quick money Ain't sh*t about that funny? He is black man trying to make it Can't be stopped,naw, he won't take it Locked up once, he'll just try it again This is a game of cat and mouse, and he usually wins Slapping crack hoes when they stand him up The dope game ain't fair, it's too corrupt Ain't no point in trying to stop, this life treats him good The only way you can make it in this hard down hood Lil man over there he wanna be like him his gold chains and cars is all he sees This game will get you trapped like hell internally Trust him he knows, look at him B He's locked up serving time like 10 times 3 Selling dope? Broke down now he's selling soap Behind these metal bars feening for a smoke His life, man there's just no hope Got people screaming at him, Yo hood don't drop the soap. But through his eyes he realized he wasn't trying to survive Selling dope is not a way that'll keep you alive Get out when he old, can't get hired for a job The white man sees him as another ignorant slob Though the eyes, the eyes of a black man Trying to survive, trying to do what he can The white man ain't put him here He did it to himself He was on the corner, and dope he dealt Through the eyes, the eyes of a black man (copyright 2005)

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