Niggas cry, but we’re tearless.
Niggas are loud, but we’re voiceless.
Only shells of who we were.
What were we?
Now we’re just soulless captives, slaves with no spirit.
Niggas cry, but we’re tearless.
Niggas are loud, but we’re voiceless.
Only shells of who we were.
What were we?
Now we’re just soulless captives, slaves with no spirit.