Untitled and unnamed
The monster you made.
Put whips on my back
And clothed me in chains.
There\'s blood in my eyes
And ice in my veins.
We didn\'t know we was niggas
Until the white man proclaimed.
Now that I\'m \"free\" you
Think I should put my trust in you.
Why would I trust you
When I know what you can do.
You took me away from me
And told me what I could be.
Then released to the streets,
With no choice but to bring heat.
Now I\'m a blood
Cause I play with guns.
Riddled with drugs
Tear drops represent sons.
You\'re confused why,
When this is what you have done.
You gave me no choice
But to become a monster.
Taking our pops
Then calling us bastards.
The only way you hear my message
Is if I speak with a blaster.
We are screaming at you now
Because you\'re killing us faster.
You need to learn the definition of
American citizen.
I was born here, I got my green card,
But still I\'m not believed in.
Setting me free was a mistake,
My brother what were you thinking
How are you surprised when I live by these stereotypes
When you\'re the one who conceived it.
The monster you created,
Yeah the monster you made.
You left me untitled,
But with so many names.
athlete, rapper, thug.
Now free, but caged by your stereotypical chains.
Fuck it to your rules, cause I’m gonna bring change
cause now my brother this monsters out of his cage.