THE TRENDS

Silly of me to think that I

Could learn about black history and be the guy

That actually tries to be better and be fly

Respect my black sisters and from black stores I buy

Try to organize and do more than explore our up rise BUT actually up rise

Strive to have true pride and deny any person in our hood who takes our eyes off the prize

Stop romanticizing thug life as a disguise

Drug life, thug life being the way that we rise?

Ghetto life being how black life is described

Being “street” becomes a solution that’s prescribed

And hide the ugly cancerous traits inside

Our communities keeps our dreams being denied

Keeps the fiends getting high

Keeps the girls showing thighs

The stuff that makes the belief of freedom die

I was a believer I was convinced

Maybe deceived huh? That we could rise up

We could focus we could Finally win

Over the B.S. years of enslavement, oppression

I guess we shallow I guess we’d rather just follow the trends

We had it in our hands we had it all there

Freedom right within our grasp but didn’t persevere

We had our own movies Spike Lee plus more

We had the soundtrack P.E. did the score

We had an open door Farrakhan Sister Soulj’

1 million black men Washington in the cold

it was bold it unified young & old rich and poor

ghetto and middle class

but what happened and what for?

I have my theories it has to do with being weary

And dreary when it comes to serious change!

That means inner change not just placing blame (which were better at)

Men had to be better cats

So in 93 the music industry promoted anything that would be contradictory to our victory

Then you see we settled with the trend

Once again run a muck the movement got stuck…that sucks!

I was a believer I was convinced

Maybe deceived huh? That we could rise up

We could focus we could Finally win

Over the B.S. years of enslavement, oppression

I guess we shallow I guess we’d rather just follow the trends