Black Man in America (feat. Damien Tillman)
SoSoon
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This is the part where I'm supposed to say something poetic F*ck that Imma be honest War was declared specifically on black people African people And even those who choose to ignore their blackness Since the opportunity presented itself to oppress us Almost every social, political, economic, educational, medical, legal, business And cultural decision, trend or shift Has been rooted in the desire to erase our existence This isn't art This isn't creativity This isn't me showcasing wit or wordplay This isn't an act or a persona on a song This is life or death How do you compromise with killers Who know that they can only survive through your genocide Strike 1 Strike 2 Strike 3 Strike 1, the color of your skin is too dark Strike 2, your hair is too nappy and too harsh Strike 3, you can never be better than us You ain't American, you're just another black man in America Alone he stands this man from a foreign land Outsider on the inside of other sands As he dips his hands in his pants he feels lesser of a person Like his native people his pocket lining is malnourished In a place where social status is determined by commerce And money is god he's thinking of turning a convert All he has is his nap sack and his Converse And his dreams of rocking a big concert As he exits the ship He's having visions of women children and men Who not long ago faced the same shit Built in rage from 146,000 days of complacency Pain from faceless thieves Basically, his place on this little planet of earth Is to fulfill a basic vacancy And as he stands all alone for the first time on this earth All he really could do is just wait and see Strike 1, the color of your skin is too dark Strike 2, your hair is too nappy and too harsh Strike 3 you can never be better than us You ain't American, you're just black man in America Alone he walks but nobody will talk to em This type of behavior is strange and off to him On a search for bare necessities, food clothing and shelter But everywhere he went, nobody would help him Starring up at the bright lights and tall buildings He's feeling out of place tall thoughts but small ceilings Are keeping him concealed in his own mind And as the darkness starts to seep in the streets are his home for the night He goes into the local merchant, to purchase A pack of cigarettes a magazine and some bourbon Perches on the stoop like the pigeons on the awning Tryna keep cool in the heat of this steamy August The heat he's used to but the people will shoot you Ron and Nicole you, stab your back and juice you like O.J OK things getting crucial As the tears of bewilderment fall down from his pupils Strike 1, the color of your skin is too dark Strike 2, your hair is too nappy and too harsh Strike 3 you can never be better than us You ain't American, you're just black man in America Alone he travels, his toes and his shoes in the gravel Convinced that he's fighting in a losing battle He heads to the local barbershop on the avenue Removes the hat from top of his head and he unravels His natural locks, slides the barber a 10, sits in the chair And watches 10 years carefully drop While everybody else is laughing in shock And its too late to ask him to stop Now it's back to the block, the golden paved pavement he once thought laid Was playing with his fate laughing in his face trapped up in the place huh Such a hateful existence The agents kicking him keeping him in the matrix This makeshift, land of the free, home of the braves That got paid to make way for all of the slavery The made paper from the faces of hatred And the only way he's ever getting any is complacency Strike 1, the color of your skin is too dark Strike 2, your hair is too nappy and too harsh Strike 3 you can never be better than us You ain't American, you're just black man in America Strike 1, the color of your skin is too dark Strike 2, your hair is too nappy and too harsh Strike 3 you can never be better than us You ain't American, you're just black man in America And I watched as these ridiculous people, umm restrained Eric Garner Brought him down to the ground and killed him onsite And for me that was literally the first time in my life where I realized No criminal record Not even a moving, violation uh ticket, nothing umm Working with young people Academic All that good shit My chances are no better or worse than somebody who has a record And I'm not even necessarily I'm not saying that to say I'm on a hierarchy over Somebody that doesn't have a record or something like that But it's just there's no different chance Just because of the skin the color of my skin And that struck a type of fear in me that I've been holding till this day So everything that I've done up to the point of this album has been A lot of like 3rd person experiences You see things from your own experiences and you inference the rest And you make good music or whatever Artists know how to do that right Umm this album is uh for the most part Very much like my own feelings my own emotions My own struggles my own fears, so on and so forth and so that's like why we're here
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