P. Blackk - ¯\_(ツ)_ / ¯ [Innerlude] Lyrics

Beezo can I be real son?
Be real son
Be really real son!

See I ain't have confidence outside of my raps
My white friends only knew from the outside I was black
Subconsciously conformed until white became the norm
And then all that resided in my mind was war
A smiling black boy is more likely to get adored
Opened for him while niggas get ignored
Hoping to see dreams come true and my faith restored in you
But until then I'll be denying your glory
God why forsake niggas? Do you hate niggas?
Are we praising the wrong you is that why you escaping us?
Is that why police killing us, getting away with it?
While we tape it, I hate this shit, is anything sacred?
I hope it don't sound like I'm making blanket statements
I basic hotep trying to make an audience face lift
Honestly I'm trying to maintain homeostasis before I losing my fucking mind
I'm tired of turning on the news and seeing a branded new racist
What about the kid that sees that and internalizes the hatred
Leaving his own culture unappreciated
Looking at those like her and underestimating them
You got bigots with platforms I wonder who paying 'em
We all paying 'em attention, look at the state we in
I'm blowing trees now to elevate my cranium
To stay above the bull but that don't help with the pain we in
So I'm saying who gon' fight for us?
See entertainment is cool but representation won't cure us
We need doctors, not like Ben Carson
We need teachers like we have artists
We need mayors and we need farmers
We need trade systems for bargain
We need psychiatrists and therapists
And neighborhoods to raise kids in
Not projects for experiments
We need safe places to live in, I need

Man nigga if you don't cut this shit off
You ain't no Malcolm X
You went to art school fool, play some hood shit