Fury raced through my veins as the verdict was read
Year after year spent thinking the black man will get ahead.
Guess my imagination has been running wild
Because how do you justify a man taking the life of a child
Its not possible.
My skin color seems to be another obstacle.
Woosah, let it burn.
Stand your ground.. Stand firm
I won’t burn my city
But I’ll burn this flag
I was taught to turn the other cheek,
I allow you to kiss my ass.
I shut my mouth and let this one pass.
But, wait, I’m not you.
I never wore your shoes
Don’t know the mud you got through…
You don’t know the roads I’ve traveled.
Don’t know the baggage I’ve carried or the hassle.
Change will come eventually..
Let’s take matters into our own hands,
I’ve killed the child inside me and became a grown man.
Pops taught me that this gun doesn’t make me a man
Use my mind to fight instead of my hands.
How many cowards have screamed out black power?
Your tendency to respond with white supremacy.
That’s what makes us enemies.
The clothes I wear don’t make me.
The color of my skin made you hate me.
That may the past but you expect me to trust YOU faithfully?
No justice, no peace.
I won’t sleep.
I had dreams from a young age,
I wouldn’t be a nigga involved in gun play
I would further my knowledge
Graduate from college
Change the world for the better
But right now I’m writing my brother this letter
He’s in jail for a drug charge.
Serving a couple years hard.
I laugh though nothings funny
Because while my eyes and nose are runny
My neighbor served no time for child molestation
He walks these streets without hesitation.
And my brother lost his life
That’s equality right?
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