Black Men Struggles

I’m tired of hearing the white men troubles

When you can’t even describe the frame that fits the white men struggles

You refuse to get out of your own little bubble

You stay look the other way and fabricating a world that’s all your own

Meanwhile I watch my brothers and sisters hustle for a living

Working double as a result of their melanin

Knowing that eventually we will hit a glass ceiling, because they will never let us in

It’s society’s little secret hush hush

As our blood paints the pavement

From the officers we were taught to trust in

The media only tries to downplay the climate of our environment

America’s global racism hits us in passive aggressive ways

The only way to escape is to tell our children to behave

Because any sort of resistance can mean an early grave