We're not supposed to talk about it
Talk about how racism still exists
We're supposed to hang our heads low
And not let our anger show
They expect us to just endure
The beatings, the murders, the torture
The same ones who should protect and serve
They don't think the black man deserves
Deserves the respect, deserves his rights
And what are we supposed to do
Sit back and not fight
I fear for my future son
To have to explain to him
That there's no such thing
As equality
Not in this world
They only see what they choose to see
The color you appear to be
The brown skin on your outer being
Who you are doesn't mean a thing
Because to them you're just another "" on the streets
And the badge they carry will protect them
From all of the violence
The violence they are creating to begin with
But my dear future son
Always hold on and stay strong
For you will know better
That black lives matter.
skyyberry1987
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