Lemons

Sour lemons, sour lemons, sour lemons
I failed to make fresh lemonade
When life handed me sour Lemons
I failed to make fresh lemonade
When life hands me sour Lemons
I failed to make fresh lemonade
Life handed me
This life has been nothing but a drug
To me and you and all of the above
I can’t tell between the hate or love
What’s real or fake?, «well I can tell you Akin»
First off, my sincere apologies
You were fool by half bake mythology
Your brochure force fed the false equality
We minorities are taught and pose to fail
By the white man’s policies
Every authority want us in Jail
A rigged system placed us as snails
To race, a white rabbit is a blind priority
Like a deaf girl reading Braille
Despite our quantity, we can’t prevail
This land preach so much democracy
You can see that shit is a fairytale
Freedom ain’t free unless you beat the game
So roll your dice and play your part to save
Every money you earned to live and chase
They envy us all with a different shade
I crossed the border when I was half your age
Failed at school with no graduates
My parents work on the field picking grapes
With a mentality of jealous slave
Hated on they own that cheated way
It’s all surreal like the field niggas betrayed by house piggy squeals
Never liked pork it’s not my choice of meal
Life dish you cards to make a deal
God gave me hands so I could build
A deck of possible options to reap
But life flushed my fortune when I spun the wheel
I’m still working like a southern slave
Learning from tricks of the trade
With a state of mind trying to get paid
I squeeze life to make lemonade
I escaped the old to break chains
But Still locked in a similar cage
A state of mind O America made
I squeeze life to make lemonade