Mental Health

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What the hell is mental health
When you brown or you black
Ain't no help for colors
So we stay where we at
See ya brothas die young
Victim to the gun
Or victim to his mind
Because he had no where to run
Now I'm standing in this cemetery
Praying to my god
Could be gone in an instant
Man this shit be feeling odd
Angels watching over
Know I'm prone to the dark
Felt so much shit
That I may need a new heart
I wish I knew a better way to grieve
Not break apart
The problem is
Colors don't believe in getting help
They'll call they mama crazy
Tell they bro he on his self
Other wards he on his own
Kids asking questions
But nobody here can show 'em
We wanna see a therapist
They parents tell 'em no
It's generational
Look back on the years
United States been choking
On a brown persons tears
Tell us we okay
While witness niggas getting raped
See the jails packed with browns
Guess slavery never went away
Then wonder why people be paranoid
Like niggas safe
It's all intentional
They love to put it in ya face
Instill fear you
Make you feel alone
Make you feel
It's you against the world
But that ain't true
Look around you player
Everybody look like you
Stress is universal
Tryna maintain my youth
I was quick to grow up
While some will never grow up
Still doing the same shit
That they was doing so young
I hate that childish shit
But still making them kids
Who grow up
And end up
Just like them
That's the problem In this system
People falling victim
Can barely get help
Can't afford it
Now you history
Wonder why colors live the least
It ain't a mystery
Innocent people
Who end up in a penitentiary
Locked up for centuries
Goes back to elementary
They program us
From the time we kids
Trying to hold us back
People put they children In these schools
And never see the trap
Kid gotta kill his fucking self
Before we notice that
He struggling
Niggas to busy
Doing nothing
Where the hell was you at
While yo child was feeling hopeless
You got to be a horrible parent
To never notice
Just because
You gave yo children
All that they need
By that I mean
Food on the table
A place to sleep
But forgot that yo kid needed love
When they showed weakness
Now you can pick up yo mess
While they rest in pieces
What the hell is mental health
When you brown or you black
Ain't no help for colors
So we stay where we at
See ya brothas die young
Victim to the gun
Or victim to his mind
Because he had no where to run
Now I'm standing in this cemetery
Praying to my god
Could be gone in an instant
Man this shit be feeling odd
Angels watching over
Know I'm prone to the dark
Felt so much shit
That I may need a new heart

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