This was not written for the whole black community. This was written for those who don't seem to mind the situations that the community is put into, or the way we're treated...;( PESSIMISM... You must be confused My pessimistic views The way I view this world The way I see everyone Because everyone judges me We all form opinions on the people we meet But I… I am one of those on the sidelines Noticing things that give some sign Of the lack of justices that should be mine Of course they are never too hard to find I can look through my window* And see a brotha gettin harassed by the police Or see a father getting shot out my window in the street Maybe see little black boys learning to drug deal I ain’t that pessimistic I’m just sayin what’s real I hear Bill Cosby sayin we as a people don’t do enough He could be wrong More likely right But what’s tough is… Hearin that after we’ve been beaten Killed martyred oppressed, mistreated, We actually have fit the standard of ignorance Attracted these situations of pure ghetto poorness Payed in full this type of barbaric insurance Developed an excuse to act like fools? Is this the way we are? As a people? Kind of hard to take that in A former comedian is causing some to be defensive Maybe he’s being pessimistic Or maybe he’s telling it like it is Will we be the falling race who regrets Everything we’ve had to do? And for what? We’ve been the ones stepped on Racially profiled on Ignored and looked dirty upon so all our hopes and dreams were gone Yet some stay in this present And try to remove The pain we have gone through By buying clothes and wearing the most jewelry Cause they feel it'll blind out the problems they see It’s more than being self-conscious* it’s the insecurities in you To follow what Jay Z and P. Diddy might do all of us need a dream in ourselves to aspire to and in me This paper, pen and God is the only thing that I got I am the scribe, and HE is my enlightened despot And I color my pages Cause my color on paper gives a written speech Of questions about things that make me less free About things derived by a number of centuries from the time they tied my ancestors to a tree from the reality that they won’t let none of us be excuse me for being pessimistic I just say what I see. And feel and hear And read between the lines of those not so accurate text books Giving info on our history yet still being dismissive Keeping out the missing pieces as if they’re infective Yall are the missing pieces And if we ALL came together We could accomplish… Anything except the need to be famous Or be rich and powerful As if it erases the issues against us Until then there will always be the pessimistic And I will always write What I observe So do not refuse the pessimistic views Try instead to think of how they affect you.