(Innerlude)

Beezo can I be real son? Be real son Be really real son! See I ain't have confidence outside of my raps My white friends only knew from the outside I was black Subconsciously conformed until white became the norm And then all that resided in my mind was war A smiling black boy is more likely to get adored Opened for him while niggas get ignored Hoping to see dreams come true and my faith restored in you But until then I'll be denying your glory God why forsake niggas? Do you hate niggas? Are we praising the wrong you is that why you escaping us? Is that why police killing us, getting away with it? While we tape it, I hate this shit, is anything sacred? I hope it don't sound like I'm making blanket statements I basic hotep trying to make an audience face lift Honestly I'm trying to maintain homeostasis before I losing my fucking mind I'm tired of turning on the news and seeing a branded new racist What about the kid that sees that and internalizes the hatred Leaving his own culture unappreciated Looking at those like her and underestimating them You got bigots with platforms I wonder who paying 'em We all paying 'em attention, look at the state we in I'm blowing trees now to elevate my cranium To stay above the bull but that don't help with the pain we in So I'm saying who gon' fight for us? See entertainment is cool but representation won't cure us We need doctors, not like Ben Carson We need teachers like we have artists We need mayors and we need farmers We need trade systems for bargain We need psychiatrists and therapists And neighborhoods to raise kids in Not projects for experiments We need safe places to live in, I need Man nigga if you don't cut this shit off You ain't no Malcolm X You went to art school fool, play some hood shit