No Easy Pass

My brother go ahead an call me a coon
cause I choose not to give you a pass
because of the struggles you been through
well Ive got struggles just like you
and I refuse to play a part on your pity wagon
an make two black fools
our education low while these prison walls high
survival rate low believing all these lies
imagination grows as we set forth to the sky
but we hang ourselves low an wonder where’s our pi
not a functioning part of the equation
trying to use a robbed gold mine
bites an pieces of a whole mind
That does not get it
Yes I could help another show love
To thy brother but a hand out a easy
Pass just submerges another

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