A Milli
By: Ace Hilliard
A milli, A milli, A milli
A milli-on stereo types going through there minds
A milli, A milli, A milli
A milli-on officers waiting for that one sign
To go and arrest
That one minority brother
That's standin in line
To go by that fresh wine from the grape vine
Not thinking he has money in his pocket because of the clothes he is wearing.
But thinkin as soon as he picks it up he's going to run out the door back to his selling,
His lying, cheating, and stealing
Already havin him characterized in a milli-on categories
Because he
We
Are minorities
And us minorities
Don't have money or an education
Jus enough will to get up everyday and have
Drunken drug fests and celebrations
As they sit and they wait
And they sit and they wait
For us to make the wrong move
We surpass them
We win and they lose
Where, yes, the young brother
walking down the street
Wit his pants at his knees
Sunglasses big as his face
Where you begin to think that he is a disgrace
He is in his last year of college,
Getting ready to start a job
That will on the future save your life.
That girl over there,
Wit the clothes on so tight
Talking to a group of boys
Laughing, dancing, making a bunch of noise
Has already finished college
And when you walk into your new therapists' office on Monday,
She will be the one that listen to you talking
So go ahead, sit and wait
And see where that leads you
Yes we are minorities
But we come in majorities
Displayin, Not playin
Fightin back
Not with our fists
Not wit our gats
But with our minds
But haters and oppressors, we still love you
Because without you there will be no us
Oppressors are the foundation to everything and everyone great
The ones that said we couldn't and can't
But we did and done
New generation
Rising above the expectations
Leaving my fellow oppressors without explanations
Ace 