Openface

There are no white picked fenses in the ghetto

There are no ghettos in the hood

There are no hoods in the suburbs

There are too many trees in Georgia

There are countless black men

Who are dead and could have been alive today

There are too many babies with one on the way

Everything is a sign no one communicates

Love is lost and everyone obliterates what they hate       

Children no longer fight over toys

Beat on things and make a lot of noise

More and more boys want to be girls

While more and more girls act like boys

Welcome to USA a police state

Christians are waiting for Jesus and still they wait

In third world countries people are praying

For food over empty plates

Slaves carry the wealthy’s weight

So the wealthy have to sleep light

Coz one night is coming and they might

Not quite make it out alive

Coz the newborns are opening up their eyes

staring down the barrel of a shotgun is a faceoff

See what I mean