Well researchers say the total of unemployed Black men are costing the US economy about 50 billion dollars per year. Black men are consistently at the highest annual unemployment rate for the last 20 years
We, the Black male, are dying in great, great numbers; why? What is the problem?
Please don’t take me off of my med
Satans hunting for my head
You’re my my mother, my friend
My family, I will defend
So sad to see thing end
We had a ten outta ten
Remember those good times we use to have?
Our baby was born four-twenty in the morn
Now you and I’re at war
Police kick down my door
Said I had to leave
You told ’em you don’t feel safe no more
You done that before?
You’re just not the same anymore
Where’s my beautiful life
Sometimes I just wanna let it all go
Can I manifest it, I don’t know
I ask God, please let it show
Can you show me my beautiful life?
I’m still chasing that beautiful dream
I need a booster for my self esteem
I need love, but my life bleeds?
What we’re experiencing here is just a profound lack of jobs across the board.
We are here to make sure we transfer our education, to those other young Black men in the generation that will be encountering this
I can’t find a job
I’m worried about my future
Is it safe For me to walk alone
When you got people trying to shoot ya
Where’s the love in this world?
It’s so hard for me to make it
Is it real? or am I faking it?
how much longer can I keep on taking it?
My friends say I’m not motivated
They say I’m stressed out and frustrated
And these evil thoughts in my head (you’re dead)
And I’m planning my revenge from my hospital bed
I’m fighting so hard to stay afloat
They trying to throw me over their boat
They wanna murder me like the slaves
They trying to bring me down with their chains
Someone close to me just died
So I sat and I cried and I cried
And we never know when it’s our time
Were only human, we live our lives blind
Yet I strive and strive and I struggle
I’m outspoken, so I get in trouble
I make money, should be making double
I’m like the rubble, I’m trapped inside the bubble
I wake up in the early morning
Then I hustle from dusk till dawn
What a world for our children to be born in
Should I consider this an early warn?
I was so nervous that I threw up
But now it’s about time for me to grow up
Today, I’m gonna get up, I will rise up
And tomorrow I’m gonna start to change my life up
So I’m fixing all the wrongs
Re-writing all the songs
Did things work out for true?
Where’s that beautiful life for you?
Where’s that beautiful life?
Where’s my beautiful wife?
When you think about coming from a legacy of ‘not believed’…Our first-person testimony has never been believed, yet we continue to believe in them ourselves
People call the police on us more quickly. All of these things are part of the kind of implicit biases that people have against Black and Brown bodies, they see them as more dangerous, more criminal, less moral, and more likely to commit a crime