Black Is Hate

Not even my own family want to hear my music, I've been coming to conclusions

Like a single black mother, smothered into hate, into love, that's a black man

Dreams falling short, like a cake, that's a black man

Only playing basketball and rapping's what you do

Physical activities done turned me into who, whoever you perceive and what beliefs is

what you'll do

I've been on my knees so many times, praying to that man above like Kierkegaard it rhymes

The black men on the streets are all the prophet of the dimes, count them as the fallen since

my people's dreams have died

If you go and drop some tears, I'm sure he will arrive