Y'all Not Woke, Stay Sleep

Damn I love it when the older generation cries to us that we don’t understand the struggle

How they tell us so often the ones before us brought us here today

How they fought for our rights so never should we have our head bowed

Or have tears shed from our eyes

Or complain that all momma could bring home from dinner was leftovers from her job

I love it I tell damn I really do

How they say my generation is full of drugs and gangsters

Yeah they say we free and we ain’t go through no struggle

See my brother walking down the school hall holding HIS flag

Banging HIS set

See momma couldn’t buy him those fly sneakers cuz she had to keep the lights on

Nobody would hire him at thirteen

See y’all sleep get woke

Old dude from round the corner knew his momma was broke

Breaking her back everyday just to feed the white man

So see my brother told ole dude he wanted to help

Y’all ain’t woke so stay sleep

My brother just wanted to help momma so maybe she could rest

But with 3 kids and daddy dead all she could afford was bread

My brother with the fye kicks started selling at 14

Not cuz he wanted to be a typical black dude

Nah see my brother he wanted to help but nobody would hire him at 13

My brother needed a family of me so he started banging the set

Y’all still ain’t woke yet?

Lemme help you see

My brother been helping his momma since he was 14

Trying to protect his baby sisters from ole dude down the block

See he comes to school fly dresser and finesser

But once he steps out them doors he’s slave to the white mans world

With invisible tears running down his face he see his homeboys get killed

But a wise man once said “ the hood will love you enough to murder for you but never enough to snitch”

See now we don’t walk around with shackles or picking cotton for master

But you see my brother with the fly kicks banging his set, he got the shackles of the projects

Those was built for us instead

The older generation says we’re unappreciative

But grateful we are

We just want to be free

And I mean really free

Momma has a heart attack to much stress on her plate

Cuz momma lost her little baby who just wanted to help

 

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