We as blacks

Grew up with the struggle of the nation on our backs

Being told that the skin that is attached to our bodies

are a curse to our soul

We believe that being different makes us a queer in our "group"

Reverting against the norm without blaming our past

We thrive to make a different in this new world

Crushing other race beneath our feets the 

cursed word still appears

Nigga... Nigger

Those world would make people like Martin Luther King Jr 

turns over in his grave

The fight he faught for us 

Became nothing more than a muse 

The struggle he faught the amout of hatrated he faced

Means nothing to the Nigga or Nigger of this generation

Many minorities use this world losely 

As if they don't know the meaning behind it

The amount of use used in the media is a shame

The word that was once ban has bought up

Racism for blacks 

For those who have chosen to go against the streotype

For those who chosen to be different

For those who have made it 

They will only be looked at as the Nigger

For their is no change in them

The Disapperance of Respect for Blacks