Victim Of Circumstance?

Why won’t you put the change in my hands?

You choose to drop it like my ancestors were dropped into a foreign land

Are you afraid that my melanin will rub off on you?

Making your nightmares of ebonics, hip hop and genocide come true

Maybe I’ll paint graffiti all in front of your store

Or pop, lock, and breakdance right there on your floor

I’m poor, uneducated and ignorant in your deceiving eyes

Believing in 40 acres and a mule and all the other lies

Do you think the change I’m getting back I’m spending on spinning rims?

Well if that’s what you feel then the outlook is grim

You might catch one on the chin if you don’t adapt your perception

Because I’m sick and tired of dealing with the deception

So until you come to the realization that a change will arrive

I expect that you give me my change properly so god can bless our lives