Whose fault is it?
That I can’t read and write
That I scream and fight
and can't sleep throw the night?
Who fault is it
I can’t find a job
I was trained to kill and rob
Eat the weak
Lust for cream
They call it the American dream
Whose fault is that I am on the earth?
They say we are cursed,
They blame us first
I am a shamed of my worth
My anger bleeds
So I blow some weed
Whose fault is that?
I feel from grace
I ran the race but could not take the pace
I lost my mind
Why can’t I push rewind?
Why did I let them take,
My hope, for ideas on a rope
I looked to the east,
To find my peace,
for people with skin like brass
Shit they sold my ass.
Is it my fault?
I let them play me out
Take my life
Give me stress and strife
They name me Nergro
The African American
Obama is president
So I guess it fair again
It’s my fault I let them in
Weather woman or man
That was my original sin
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