Jailhouse
black bodies coming in and out
On a conveyor belt
a factory for niggas
a full house where all the pain is dealt
No justice in the system
a full house is what it’s all about
They’ll send you to jail
chew you up, and spit you right back out
But that’s only if
they don’t bury you under the fucking ground
& If you get out, they won’t care
cause you’ll be back around
I won’t hold my tongue
these are wise words coming from Endia’s mouth..
Born in black skin,
especially being in the fucking south
There’s no armor for us
our skin is all they need to shoot us down
“He was reaching for a gun!!”
Or was he just grabbin his ID?
“It doesn’t matter, it’s just another black body.”
