Black college graduate, working class, middle-level technician, Subjected to pressures by whites by some means, If the black is good at what he or she does, the relevant request is placed, but, He or she is pleased to take whatever is given, as just one hair from the entire wolf.
Dramas that are true, this reality is hard, There are shops that do not accept dark-skinned employees, I work for all the Cuban women, the Republic says, But no, no, that’ s just schmoozing, it’ s not a novel, " there is censorship ".
Selling newspapers is not a sin, And there are few white boys selling them, I am not dizzy, It ' s a black stain hacking: buy, gentlemen! Black voices that scream, Granma and Trabajadores.
It is a black stain occupying our prisons, Dismal reformatory, visitation in the alleys, The black consciousness suffers and sulfur will be in my lines, With my hip hop I will drive for equality in these songs.
But there is no resentment, he smiles with his look, Healthy, showing that he has a clean soul, They often confuse his laughter with submission and what different Would be your perception if you were well-placed for observation.
Fraternal and intelligent, while occasional, Hoping that someday the white will learn to value, With a welcoming, sincere attitude of natural grace, Blessed be that miraculous race, which still knows how to love.
Tears
Tears fall, understanding that it is necessary, Travel abroad because the pain screams in the neighborhoods, There is no fixed schedule for the son who, in a shock, Regrets, because his grief bursts in a sea of tears.
How do I get up? That’ s his question, Question without answer, it costs him to make his Dreams come true, he is not the owner of his life, on his planet, Green, he remembers he is only a puppet.
He feels that they are squeezing him, but he does not lose balance, He has lyrics that have become a tremendous danger, Lyrics so concrete that a book could be made with them, Info about today’ s situation valid for a few centuries.
He seeks relief in his room, suitable for looking out, Pen in hand, owner of that good right, Sweats and grin and bear the raw reality, He shields himself in the heat of the sun and in his sheets for roofing.
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