And I'm that person whom paved a path
for you to walk on without shards of glass
between cracks of concrete with no blood.
That street you walk on, our voices flood
corners and into the hearts of mourners.
We took our chants of 'bars' against the warner
locked for years, now we have freedom upon us.
Captured 'peace' but it seems there isn't such.
As I look over, I'm baffled and confuse
where did we go wrong with the generation of youth.
Where did we say it's 'ok' to smoke weed,
king says you can get high just by having a dream.
Taking care for another that was unity,
now I see we're killing our own for the greed of money.
Born with a mind but easily wasting it,
"Hit This" In-exhale, puff puff passing it.
This is where I really reached the highest peak,
its ok to use a word while they gave us the beating?
Black clouds forms and my black tears fall,
my scars turns lightning and it strikes all,
thunder comes from my screams of pain & agony,
while sitting in the clouds it really saddnes me
knowingly I can't do nothing but sit back and watch,
and the time ticks for my people with no clock.
Noone can see you.. noone can touch you.. what are you?
-Black Ancestor.