Worries of the Day by Z

Worries of the Day by Z

 

 

Worries of the day

are merely memories at night

I'm in complete darkness, unable to see light

Wondering if life would be easier if i was white

Or would i still be seen as a hooligan

not enough people schoolin' him

fresh out of jail out being a fool again

These are things many blacks are seen as

Portrayed as

or viewed on television as all bad

It's time for us to stop and redefine black power

Many souls lost via that white powder

Selling and using

violence and abusing

We're killing each other

and leaving our mothers

Alone to moan and weep

And try and try to get over us

instead of themselves, they chose us

But then we would grow up,

That lean we would pour up

Mess around and get tore up

Our enemies show up

and drop us on the spot

Hearts are cold

Now The block is hot

Lead flying

Innocent children dying

Catching strays

hanging out the window with AKs

Like it’s our time

It’s our day

We think we've won but in actuality we all lost

Take a second to pray for all my souls lost

We used to have a goal, and now that goal's lost

Like a track meet, sometimes i wish i could pole vault

Out of this hood

Men on the porch, smoking good

Old heads in Cadillac bendin' corners and grippin' wood

Two options, School or Selling

it’s hard to do what i know i should

A black male is worth less than a dog

I feel clenched tight

By the jaws of the law

I envy you all

who walk without this dark cloud

Created by dark complexion

The reason for a lot of stressing

I can't fall victim to your stereotypes

But worries of the day are simply memories at night

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Like Lillie Lindsay, my guest blogger today, Z, was inspired by what happened to Trayvon Martin.