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B-more The murky harbor water
B-more: In the murky harbor water
As I look into our water's depths
It talks to me
We've learned about slavery but still aint free
A wind is blowing and the tainted waves
Have been breaching our city
Hopelessness and despair floods us
Why is it so damn gritty?
School system shitty, we can't make the grade
Our brothers sell drugs because who can live on
The minimum wage?
We work just to survive, but we don't live
Making someone else rich, by the blood and sweat we give
Brother's doing bids doing better than niggas that's out
And about in B-more
Seem like the cops just wait, plot, and crouch
Put some salt in our wound, we need to change our dressing
Heal ourselves; they love to see us down at processing
It's time for some positive processing,
When we learn our lesson
The devil is pimping us
By getting our minds we are willingly undressing
I look around my city no one has a smile
Dope strips, crack heads, murders we living foul
Mother’s tears flow like the nile, for out living
Their sons, My black brothers lives don’t see pass 21
It's done it’s such a shame, we get so caught up in the game
Recognize this game, let's harness this pain
Turn it to gain, lets break this stereotypical chains
When we become conscious of the problem
No one else is the blame
There is such a story to tell in Baltimore’s
Cracked pavement, to be told
In the cold murky harbor, I see the reflection of our souls.
