The Black Pill
All sad stories start the same
Kinda starts a while back
On a bench you could be asked
“How does it feel to be black?”
A slight awkward pause triggers a confused reaction
Injustice will later be in the transaction
Downloaded a few applications
Makes you wonder if you made the right decision
Signing their privacy away for a bitter taste of what they’re missing
Inadequacies trickle up their spines, yet they’re still addicted
Of my inadequacy,
The feeling of emptiness inside that says they don’t matter
Damn now that I think about it, maybe even their lives don’t matter
My therapist says my problem is a chemical imbalance
But I say it’s an injustice passed on through epigenetics
Gunshot, wound spot, the bloody ground’s hot
Blame the victim instead of the authoritative perpetrator
Shoot me and keep dancing and singing to my sad gloomy tune
The saying goes, they want their rhythm but not their blues
Please mistake my phone for a deadly weapon
Shoot me in front of my family as they start wailin’
Came from 7-11 a little bit earlier
Removed a weapon in the pocket of his derriere
I mean, he said my skin simply offends him
The jury said it was a rightful self defense mechanism
Let’s march and protest with no solution
Accused of hollering at your woman in the corner store
Horrible conclusion
Little did I know late at night, my house would be torn
I would be snatched away and kidnapped by two villains
Mutilated and tortured
Am I not human
Social media intended to make us all social
Nowadays teenagers don’t know how to be vocal
Increased sensitivity trickles down their peers’ spine
Out of fear being seen as loud and defiant
What the forefathers did decades and centuries ago
Where is the same energy now, where did it go
They sit and applaud and rest with complacency
Wishing for change that will arrive so blindly and faithfully
My daily dose of dopamine comes from the internet
An easily accessible drug
I give my thanks to the government
For the comparisons through likes, shares, and most importantly - the comments
And you ask me why this generation lacks a wholeness
They done fetishize and stereotype
The only time you look good is when you have a big behind and thighs
The only time she gets praised is when she posts during golden hour
I guess I’m only beautiful when I’m doused in light like a shower
Music ain’t like it used to be before
Full of industry plants who make it easily on billboards
Same face, hair, and same rap tune
Doesn’t move you like then during old school
Now kids are taught to be hypersexualized, mentally desensitized
Demonic entities have risen and came to evangelize
Making billions off the backs of their inferiorities
Young ones in debt flex their supposed superiority
Sold my soul for a few more checks
I don’t feel glory, I’m rather lowly
I guess, you can take my resources too
You brainwashed me for centuries to have full trust in you
Are my resources the only part of me that is good for you
Exploit her children for them phones in the cobalt fields
Decades I bargained regretted deals
In the godly houses I never see the same face as mine
Angels in the sky will always be draped in white
Been free a little over a century
Riddle me this
Why I am I still in your shadow of captivity