Story Behind The Song

life in amerikka

Song Description

a song about the ills experinced by young black youth and the hypocracy of the system

Lyrics

hook

if it's some dirt that idid
all the forgotten sins
or if its just the life i live
i;ll do time in the pin
but i can't be condemed for the skin that i'm in

verse1

now something just aint right
it's like if you too black they want to hold you back
claim you sellin dro or cooking up loads of crack

verse#2

ni--as for sell i--as for sell
we sellin our selves sayin we stacking our mail
the skin i'm in gone have me killin my brothas
cuz my brothas feel like there is no other
option
why them white folks is training for war
they got boot camps boxes of rounds and guns galore
the blacks had black panthers
they shut us down
infatrated with crack and let it spread like cance
but we didn't stop using tradgedy for profit
got a pot a spot and a glock to lock it
i don't knock it but the problem is
ni--as who didn't do think thats all there is
what about all the kids who in bibs
while they fathers doing bids
it's ni--as for sell and them crackers taking bids

if it's some dirt that idid
all the forgotten sins
or if its just the life i live
i;ll do time in the pin
but i can't be condemed for the skin that i'm in


poem

The Origins of Man by Brandon Greene

I am a black man trapped in a white man?s world
The black fetus trapped in the womb and the mother?s a white girl
She gives birth to a baby that she rather not claim
Rather than see him grow she?d rather see him slain
She throws him in a slum that?s plagued with cocaine
In order to maintain he?s forced to slang
Forced to grow numb to bodies he?s maimed
She throws him in the game but doesn?t give him no rules
And she gives the boy a brain but doesn?t give him no schools
What does he have left but to kick it with fools
A group of hard heads where he is forced to pay dues
He learns not to snooze cuz he?s dead if lose
And he learns not to feel pain when he sees his friends dead on the news
Young me killed in slews not knowing the don?t and do?s
It?s like their life is a treasure but they don?t got no clues
They only have two roads from to choose
Either bad or worse
One?s hell on earth the others a hearse
Life?s gone in a burst it?s just part of the curse
Brothers snatched in a flash
Like a thief takes a purse
We are in a play we can?t rehearse
With no way to recover
An African-America
But the Africans don?t call me their bother
I?m lost and where I come from I am force to wonder
Not just a minor blunder
I can?t race back to my great grandmother?s grandmother
People always hate what they don?t understand
Not realizing it?s because of Africa that they have a homeland
It?s where the origins of man come into play
Ignorant to the fact it?s their brothers they slay
I continue to hop and pray that we will no longer be prey
But that probably won?t happen until judgment day