We don't kill to kill, We kill to live. Systems and bills, We can't forgive. Pain and persecution, Made us explosive. All the delusions, Are lies they depict. Times get hard, As rules get strict. Our biggest influences, Targeted and hated. Our beautiful queens, Are often degraded. Our roots grow thin, Chained by bonds, Deeper than our skin, From boys to men, Let the words sink in, As we fall off with kin. Before American, We are proudly African. Dark skin still glows, As our origin shows. Trials and tribulations, What we're still facin', Is hatred in the nation. Through all the suffering, We shall still strive. Our black excellence, Is constantly on overdrive.