I came up hard Like the hardest player If I didn't break none Then rules would not be needed As I feed on the weakest of my breed Same situation Different struggle Enslaved and captivated By the drugs in my genes Family tree Bloodstreams Keep me high Roots are strong ties Nobody even wonder why Feeling like dope dealing Is better than dopefiend Sold your soul stealing As if to say One pipe dream is better than the other So it seems my pockets Are merely reflections Of what is inheritably true From a mother Who loved me past The dead beat daddy Who was there But didn’t seem to care About a **** thing Except his self Legacy of some Inner City blues I am surrounded by this Pulled into the Blackness of my mind The crucifixion where I find The sinner to the left and right of me Father forgive becomes my plea For I know not who I am Don’t even know what I wanna be Sometimes I am reminded that I am more Than the ***** I ignore inside my spirit I hear the ancestors weeping in my soul How can strong strides uphold the proud pride Of a people whose lies told Have become the anthem cry of the negro Lift every voice and scream Scream until our Black men can love our Black women Scream until our Black Families can love our Black babies Scream until Black minds can think Black thoughts and not get caught Behind criminal intents and self defense Against a nation that can not rise If it despises the race in which it exists in Are you on your mark? Are you set? Where you going? Where you been? Are you on your mark? Are you set? Are you going to Scream Little Black Boy Little Black Girl Catch a dream if you can In this world In this land of the free Who will you become The meek Or the greedy Shame you take More than you give Live off the Blacks Shackled Someone’s body lies there dead It is said He rests in Peace On the very street He claimed he give his life for Standing for something more Than a crack pipe Or a crap game These are the weary years The silent tears Ain’t it a shame Searching for a God that surpasses this drunken state I arch my back and contemplate on loving myself Black I take a few sips of cognac I count my greenbacks from dope sacks I sold my soul long ago Ain’t been no where ‘Cept deep off in some ol’ bullshyt So picture this Come up Hard as urban concrete I seek what can never been obtained The stain of a people lost The cost of a mirror image Reflections Black I do not know A finish line Moving too fast Are you on your mark? Are you set? Go.