Boom then crash, the shattering of glass I dive to the floor, busting my ass The hell was that Was all that I say Then I see the pool of blood Then I see my mom she's dead No emotion in the commotion I wasn't even sad, even when I learned the bullet was meant for my dad Vietnam made pops crazy he was already half-dead So why couldn't that'd be him that got shot in the head? All the news that fits the print Momma's death went unreported not a whiff or word or hint They don't care about us niggers is how my pops explained it But I didn't know I was a nigga till my dad proclaimed it Six months later my pops is dead too Drug-related shots fired his skin turned cold blue On the news that night the President's wife got a new hair-do The news guy said "I like it how about you?" No word about my pops in the Post or on CBS, why was that you ask? Take a fucking guess And yeah why is that, that's what politicians should be asking But who got time for questions when you all skiing up on Aspen? Broads get gunshots to the head and all y'all serving us is Asprin My momma so lovely she'd have made your head spin Level the playing field and y'all will see who'll really win And yeah I got anger But I don't let it take me down, my momma taught me better And she holds me up when I fall down Rest in peace moms, don't worry about your son Some day I'll make you proud because yeah I am the one.
- Ezekiel (The Get Down).
