Good Mourning Black America

[Intro: Muhammad Ali interview clip] Things are getting much better but I always wondered when I went to church on Sundays, I've always been one to -- I'm not just a boxer, I do a lot of reading, a lot of studying, I ask questions and go out travel to lots of countries and watch how their people live And I always ask my mother, I say "Mother, how come is everything white?" I say "Why is Jesus white with blond hair and blue eyes? Why is the last supper all white men? And angels are white, Mary and every- even the angels." I said "Mama, when we die do we go to Heaven?" She said "Naturally we go to Heaven" I said "What happened to all the black Angels? "They took the pictures" [Verse: Add-2] Gather round black men, that's if you still living I know that some are sittin' 'side a private prison I know that some are strung out on drug dealing Crooked system victims and they tryna keep us in it Cats catch cases like caching a interception Everyday receiving letters but failing to get the message Misguided males that follow a false perception Stare inside the mirror and barely see their own reflection Black man, black man, do you know who you are? Do you know you a king? Can you see you a star? Do you know that you created in the image of God? You a leader, that's why they always follow your car What's the problem Mr. Officer, what crime has been committed? Who gave you this description and convinced you that I fit it? Is it the colour of my skin or my fitted? Ain't nothing changed from Trayvon to Emmitt So good mourning black America I said good mourning black America I said good mourning black America This the type of terror that's tearing us and I'm scared for the children that we'll be burying No names for graduations, just names for obituaries Instead of tucked in their beds they're sleeping in cemeteries It's scary cause in a sense our innocence is lost My inner sense ain't in it since it was gone Look at all this nigga shit that we on Killing over corners, but tell me what do we own? I'll wait I'll wait You see I write about [plat?] like I'm tryna right every wrong Like every verse is a poem and my pieces are not a pawn Cause some would catch a body if I hand them an arm Won't weigh the pros and cons cause all the pros is cons Reverend Al only show up when the camera's on Jesse only show up when the camera's on Obama only show up when the camera's on It make sense, actors leave when the camera's gone I know some kids who write wills at seven Living in this hell with plans of seeing heaven Leaving toys to his sister and kisses for his mother His middle finger's only thing he's leaving for his father If he live to be a man I pray he end up as a better one Tryna be a man with no example he can learn it from Some stick up nuns quick to pick up funds Niggas pick up guns 'fore they pick up sons That's why I try to teach 'em but the teachers ain't teaching Followers on Twitter but there ain't nobody leading See the bullshit they feed us? They don't value black life Cause we act like we don't value black life neither So good mourning Black America Is that too real? I said good mourning black America I'm more Malcolm, my mama wish I was more Martin I'm more cautious cause more often we're sure targets The stock market said invest in some black coffins My homies known for more trash than McCauley Caulkin I'm coughin', my homie sparking, we talkin', I'm tryna tell him That Uncle Sam supplying the same drugs he selling They raid and arrest him, turn you into a felon Recirculating your stash, they sell a shorty your dirty weapon Polaroid, it take a minute to get the picture Picture the poor like portraits or like a porn picture Hitting the dirt like liquor for all the fallen niggas They point a gun to our head and let us pull the trigger Good mourning black America Good mourning black America I said good mourning black America I said good mourning black America Goodnight [Outro: Add-2] To be poor You can be financially poor You can be poor in health But the worst thing you can be Is poor in spirit