Crabs in A Basket

I love my race, I'm proud to be black but we are like crabs in a basket holding each other back. We dream of having more, we dream of the promise. How do we get there if our own people won't let us prosper? We have names for our own people that help in holding us back. The ones who do the dirty work for the management, stopping us from getting one. One job, One house, One loan , One promotion, One life. The life that was promise to us not by the forefathers, but by God himself. It's not totally the faults of others being the reason we don't reach our dreams, we have become our own worst enemy. If we want to blame someone for short comings maybe we need to look in the mirror.If we want to reach the promise we can know longer be like crabs in a basket.