Victims Lyrics

Oh the calamity

Look at the shit you done handed me

All of my counterpoints all tryna pander me

Like bro it's cool though you ain't where you plan to be

Damaging

The curse of our birth seems the darker the skin then its worse

Damn should I perp?

Bleaching my skin till I finally get what I deserve?

Love my color but I hate my color

Prolly reasons we hate each other

Prolly reasons why you can't even cry when you teething cuz pops ain't gon raise a sucker

Ah man

We working twice as hard for half the pay it's seems that we modern day

Ain't gonna call us slaves, but definitely indentured, credentials for small pay

Wonder the day I lay and lowered to grave will all discontent go way

If I meet God one day and that nigga was black I be wondering what I would say

I don't be reading enough to know the reason why we suffer

But I do when I see me a similar nigga our common struggles make us tougher

Nigga we Victims

Of course I would say of the system

If I portrayed what Malcom portrayed of course I would say they gon kill him

Going to bed with strap by my head

I gotta be ready for drilling

Hole in my heart y'all tore apart now darkness is all that can fill it

Nigga we victims

And you know what they say

Never play the victim, right?

But when the world is designed to make you the victim at all times

What else are you supposed to do?

Oh disdain

At the point where we comparing pain

Like Nigga if you ain't lose five homies for you turn thirty then we ain't the same

Fuck is you saying?

Supposed to be growing together

Supposed pour into to each other instead we pour liquor till problems are severed

Lack of examples lack of plan lack of a leader to show us the way

Lack of security lack of somebody in office that's seeing we get equal pay

Ain't much control over shit we just take what we get and start making diamonds out the rough

After we shining from years of us grinding and building our culture they take it from us

Every headline when niggas do fed time over some dumb shit

Gotta look quick who finna flip script like bro who's the gymnast

Dim lit, candles I'm setting the vibe as John is chopping samples

I'm glad I'm alive though my time is not ample I'm making it count

Cuz it's a blessing that I made it out

Dawg we be looking at the 8-ball in the eye

Difference with us is this shit ain't a game if it go in then we all finna die

And we all victims none of us was born to see millions, but fuck it we still gonna try

Raped and murdered and beaten for years, but we still hustling tryna survive

Nigga we victims

From Malcolm X to Martin Luther King to Marcus Garvey and Huey Newton

We all have the same story

It just depends on how you tell it

Luckily for you, this how I choose to tell mine

This is how I choose to tell ours

Nigga we victims