The Professional Protester - BackWordz

Fake, fraud, I see it in your eyes

Keep putting up that facade

And it’s probably gon' be your surprise

Acting tough until the wheels fall off

And you can protest.

Yet

Ignore the heart of the issue and you know this

I done seen so many folks call themselves pro-black

Ready to march at the drop of a hat

But they won’t dare criticize the folks in their own town

Running their city into the ground

'Cause they terrorize, too

The only difference is they look just like you

They’re your uncle

They’re your brother

They’re your cousin

But you sit back and say nothing

What, you’re scared?

How many more kids gotta get filled up with lead?

The killer was the same color

But he offed somebody’s baby brother

What stares back at you when you look into the mirror?

Do you recognize the person you’ve become?

We represent the 13% of the U.S. Population

But we represent like half the homicides since like '75

Killing our own kind at a faster rate

Than every other race and that’s a disgrace

We can stop police brutality

But these problems ain’t going away

A gangsta, and you boast and brag

Killing people over territory and flags, you’re sad

Robbing grandmommas, you’re a bonafide dimwit

It’s like you’re on a mission to be another statistic

What stares back at you when you look into the mirror?

Do you recognize the person you’ve become?

This doesn’t have to be your destiny, you can find your way out

You are not real.

You’re a coward

Most of our problems are in-house

But you’re silent like a mouse

And you want to cry, yet pout

It is too easy to point the finger

It’s convenient to point the blame

But it takes courage to realize what you ain’t bout

Unfortunately that’s something that you ain’t got

You’re fake

Your activism is not the truth

It’s nothing more than an ego boost

You’re fake

So you can shout and pout

So you go ahead, take the easy route