Marlon Craft - Shithole lyrics

Tell me what a shithole look like
Is it a place built on the backs of
Enslaved people was taken from they people
By hate and deranged evil and
Greed and the need
To feel that we all not the same
People where no one is made equal?
Tell me what a shithole look like
Where we move heaven and earth
For a couple of men’s net worth while
We let our poor live in dirt
Where lies are national
Fashionable trumps factual
Where we don’t know what just is
Justice is laughable?
Tell me what a shithole look like
Where you get famous for being
Famous we worship the mediocre
Where bankers is playing poker
With people’s futures
With futures and leave them homeless
And our leaders save them and leave us broken
Is that what a shithole look like? where we
Send folks to die for courage and valor
In their mind but for real it
Be for the purses of power
And we proclaim that we kill
To defend the people’s rights
But install dictators just for
Resources at cheaper price
What a shithole look like? is
It what the hood like?
Where you could die any minute because
Of what you look like?
Where children starving all
Cause of discrimination
In ghettos created by
Homeowners loan corporation
Was an agent of the government so
Tell me what a shithole look like
Is it a place where we
Exist cause the unforgivable
And walk around like if you not us
We don’t want sit with you
Where opinions with truth in
Them dismissed as hypercritical?
Tell me is a place a shithole
Where we lock and abuse people
And cage the soul
Out 'em based on a color skin tone
Allow folks to make millions off their
Pain while they sit home
Smiling, while babies crying cause they
Fathers ain't never get home?
I’m tryna imagine a shithole aesthetic
Is it where anyone with an
Amplified voice is prophetic?
Where people who gave their lives
For freedom go unknown
But we deify people who make phones?
Tell me, when our president called black
Countries a shithole
Was i mad because that’s racist to say?
And i know it's wrong but deep
Down i be thinking the same?
And i would’ve said it to a neighbor
Over a brew and a j?
Like do i know why wrong things are wrong?
Do i accept my many privileges
And the role that i play when i play along?
Do i want a pat on
The back for basic humanity?
Would i still be righteous in
The face of calamity?
Tell me what makes a shithole? i
Think i live in one
Am i ready for it to change
‘fore i get my livin’ done?
This ain't a riddle son these
Are the simplest questions
If i knew i’s making a
Shithole would i switch professions?
How we make a shithole on
Land that was never ours
Then puff our chest out with no shame
Bout how we get the power?
Create a monster the surest
Way to get devoured
Homie look around you, A mu'fuckin shithole