Questions

Why are we ignorant
To the things that we do
Like Black on Black crime
From the violence we brew
Why do we wear
Our pants hanging low
Like ghetto-ish bums
In a circus freak show
Why do we curse
And cuss like we do
And talk in Ebonics
Like the slaves use to do
Over four hundred years
Of shame and disgrace
We use the "N" word
Like no other race
Why do we leave
Our young ones alone
No family like structure
No house to call home
Why can't we prosper
Like Immigrants do
Who came here with nothing
And pave their way through
Why do we live
Such drug hungry lives
With gangsters and thugs
Packing guns and sharp knives
We seem to enjoy
Life on the streets
We work those slave jobs
Where pay is dirt-cheap
We live a life style
Of roach broken homes
Where trash and graffiti
And rats seem to roam
We don't get involve
In political laws
Nor do we vote out
Laws that have flaws
We're exploiting our music
With our sexual drive
Degrading our women
And destroying their lives
Our schools become jails
That we seem to fill
Like thieves in the night
We learn how to steal
So why can't we learn
Constructible skills
And walk the right path
To conquer all hills
Why can't we start
A new kind of trend
As Doctors and Scholars
And Builders of men
Why can't we sharpen
Our minds and technique
And show the whole world
That we are unique
Why can't we come
Together as one
So No one can say
That we were born dumb
Why can't we break
This bondage we keep
This hole that's been dug
So low and so deep
Why must we feel
It's been too many years
Wearing these chains
Of blood sweat and tears
And why can't we send
Our kids off to college
Its always been known
That strength comes from knowledge
We are destine to lose
This destruction of doom
The road of dead ends
These shadows of gloom
I prayer we could change
These things we do wrong
For it's tough being Black
And hard to stay strong

-Rude Boy