I pray for my lost brothers and sisters

They allowed the racial news stations and warped education to suck out their brain

I pray, because I know it wasn't their fault

Massa told them even in 2015 you better not read and grasp your own understanding

You would think those chosen few requested to lead a classroom would help groom circles in a world of squares, but even their brain isn't quite there.

I try to stay calm because I know it takes for your third eye to be showing for you to see what society is saying

Black lives Matter and don't dare try to correct me, because if all lives mattered I wouldn't be so angry and I wouldn't be mourning my lost brothers and sisters.

Mourning the lost of sons and daughters

How am I supposed to know the cops will protect and serve when one has chosen to flip a young girl and I can't sit idly by and say she was wrong when I saw a grown man taking things under his own control.

I can't say the pledge because it says in God we trust, but then the same system allows a cop to choose to take a life away and the I God serve says that he's the only one that deserves to choose when He's ready for you.

I pray because I know it's not their fault

I pray because my people are fighting over whether their black or African American see let me tell you he don't care what you call yourself

I pray because I'm afraid that my people think just because they wear a dashiki that takes away our people's pain.

I pray because we are waiting to be saved not knowing we only can rescue ourselves.