It makes me sick It blows my mind When I hear these words Come from my own kind WHAT'S UP MY *****? Are the words I hear. Young and old As if they've never been told About their history WHAT'S UP MY *****? There’s no big mystery That the whips were once cracked Across your back. Providing constant pain That drove many insane. Allowing history to repeat Beneath your feet WHATS UP MY *****? Makes my stomach turn My soul burns Shackled and insane With drug infested veins. Holding your own back By selling crack WHATS UP MY *****? Those words makes me sick Seeing sista's turning tricks There’s no mystery About hanging from a tree. Thinking you're misunderstood About your hood Hoods were worn over the head Leaving a trail *****'S dead WHATS UP MY *****? Makes my stomach burn Brotha's making the wrong turn. Children in a mental grave being beat like a slave. Fighting for freedom To be free and dumb On the pipe While asking for equal rights. WHATS UP MY *****? Makes me sick! Falling for the same O' trick. Allowing the devil to have the highest bid Buying souls like others did. WHATS UP MY *****? There’s no big mystery. The future of us is up to you and me. Please MY BROTHA look back clean up your act!!! Lets come together as one Before any more damage is done! MrMichael "SDMrPoet"