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Coarse fingers grip tightly around a papermate
A white youth with a taper fade, writing with the perfect grace
Prying into his mind will make you turn away
As they say "Why you acting black?"

Nah..

Why are you making it about race?
So you gotta be black to struggle?
Pillow over your head makes the sound of the guns muzzle
So Only blacks can live in the hood?
Pitching rocks to cluckers in hopes that you eat good.
I'm not "ghetto"; I'm misunderstood
My bad I didn't grow in your suburban woods
But just cause I moved here don't mean I need to act like I should.
Fuck boys, y'all ain't seen shit.
Butter sandwiches with sugar water and some mean grits.
Stayin neutral with the colors but you being pulled in by your brothers
Hand you a gun and say to "make it quick and subtle"
Catching your first body can make any boy die inside
Turn you into a man but every damn night you cry.
Get a front and told to bring back in less than a week
You shake in your sleep wondering when your next sales pitch could be
Soon you become immune to it, it ain't shit to get a bird movin
Or bend corners in a Tahoe with ya boys shootin , I ain't bluffin'
And you get away clean cause like the men in black scene they ain't remember nothin
BLOAW!

I like it. Tumbs upp'd.