My Brothas & Sistahs

Brothas

Y’all alright?

Y’all still getting

home safe at night?

How ‘bout your jobs

Are they treating you well?

Or are they stressing you out

Making you work harder than hell?

What about the sistahs

Are they giving you a chance?

To prove what a great man you are

Letting you take your stand

I know the world’s afraid of you

Scared of your strength and intelligence

But you keep working and studying

Build your empire to give others a chance

Sistahs

How y’all doin’?

Are you working on your shadow?

Getting rid of the hurt that's brewing?

How 'bout your jobs?

The positions your applied for?

Are you still being passed up,

Because you don't fit their core?

What about the brothas

Are they giving you the time of day?

To prove you are more than your body

And not just what the media says?

I know the world feels like we're eye candy

That we're promiscuis and have a streak of mean

But you keep being assertive and proud

Keep showing them that you're a Queen

For years

We've been pitted against our own

For years

We've been lied to 'bout things we should have known

Some of us know nothing

'bout our history

People want to make money

Off OUR ancestory

Yet we do nothing

Of our own volition

To make sure

We keep our culture in fruition

Be tired of the cop killings

Be tired of the self hate

Within our OWN communities

WE can build and create

Be tired of the unfairness

Because of our color

Be tired of jealousy

Because we are like no other

Our melanin

Abosorbs the sun

Our hair

Grows towards the sun

My brothahs and sistahs

We ARE the sun

We don't have to take shit from them

When we march as one!

Let’s stop giving

Them what they want

And let’s start practicing

What our ancestors were taught

That we are stronger together

Than we are apart