it's u..its us

that's yo sista selling her ass on the streets cuz she needs money for food to eat
that's yo momma sucking a man's dick for the rush that comes from a heroin's prick
that's yo brother selling crack cocaine cuz he's not a legitimate part of capital gain
that's yo cousin killing yo father cuz his foot was stepped on and he was bothered
that's you on the sidelines, observing the circus, not recognizing the participants as all of us
you're the one saying that your vote don't count, saying that your opinion don't amount
to shit...you're the one complaining bout this current status quo, then sustaining the current viewpoint of black women being "hoes"...you're the one not questioning the motives of the powerful, destining the ones after us to see is as the cowards and fools
you're the one buying that Roca shirt with your very last dime, then wondering why yo ass is broke all da time
you're the one making preparation for your college education, then separating yourself from the problems of your black generation
you're the one looking to others for a handout, then get mad when they don't comply, and label them a sellout
you're the one buying the malt liquor and weed, knowing they weaken the strength of your seed

don't act like you don't see, and that you ain't feelin it
cuz either you're saving our future, or you're the hand killin it