Dear black people

Dear black people. We need to start treating ourselves as equals. We need to stop the violence, and do away with evil. To ourselves, like drawing blood from a wishing well. We raise our children to be prepared, for a prison cell. From the crib, just look at how we choose to live. We let cell phones and computers, baby sit our kids. No dedication, we really need to change our nation. We get no education, can't read an application. We have an obligation, to work in sanitation. Can't even go to the gas station, without a confrontation. We make noise, Generations living null and void. While the President, pardon the Proud Boys. We live like slaves, from the decades of the mess we made. We throwing shade, while the Arabs are steady getting paid. Off our finances, Our women getting butt inhancments. While the country makes money, off our song and dances. Men complain about child support for their baby moma's. While they at the store, in bonnets and pajamas. That mess is cold, the way they say I'm way to old, to be an artist, while they sit and and watch the Super bowl. Stop limiting yourself to a certain standard. While other races dont do it, we leave ourselves stranded. This is an art form, there is no age on rapping. While you playing 2K, not to mention Madden. Just another way to keep the kids from thinking college. Cause they know older rappers, are going kick some knowledge. We make ourselves keep a very extra thin wallet. Self hatred of our culture, man we need to stop it. Black dress code, Our people must be going crazy. While white men dress like rock Stars well into their eighties. Our Mothers and Fathers, are leaving thier own babies. While our men, are acting, just like their old ladies. The Feminizing of men, by our own will. While they decide to a put Tubman, on a dollar bill. Just another way to spit, in the black man's face. Every twenty years, they re-naming our own race. We need to stop putting ourselves in a certain place. While we are being replaced by another race. All we do is stand around, and sing amazing grace. While we kill ourselves off, left without a trace.