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Black America

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Eric Gardner killed for selling smokes 

While these white boys killing and making jokes

Not only in a literal sense but of the justice system we live in 

They think it's no way people like us can win 

That's tough to swallow because we grew up loving Poetic Justice

It's hard because the media puts us in light that makes it easy to distrust us 

What's going on now is Slavery by a different name 

Keeping my people oppressed like its some kind of game 

RIP Freddy Grey Baltimore will never be the same 

I look on in shame while Trump for President is becoming a reality 

I live worried the ones I love will become a casualty 

KKK coming back y'all 

It's like Jim Crow never died at all 

We on that Apartheid I wish that King was still here 

*** the police they only spread pain and fear 

I don't speak fear of them but for our future or lack there of 

I want my people to be free like a dove 

Out of the chains that brought us here hundreds of years ago

It was the greed giving even the poorest whites power and ego

The Kings and Queens of wonder bread land got rich off our labor 

Spent our years calling out for a savior 

So out came the Blacks Panthers to bring blacks together coast to coast *** the boys in blue

The motto protect and serve will never be true

They kill my people and never shed a tear 

Because of our color they believe streets always have something to fear 

So this motto protect and serve will never apply to you 
 
We going to do die regardless that much is true too 

So why not say whatever it is that matters?

And use our words to tear the fabric of ignorance and oppression into tatters 

The pen has more power than the sword

MLK told me peaceful protest had its reward
 
they killed you but your words will never die 

Let them tie their noose it's like V said your ideas are bulletproof !

It's hard watching these days go by

No matter how hard I try, my heart hurts and it's aching 

Every time I watch the news it's insane 

Black teens killed, black on black violence, child molestation, hate crimes and a race war that's looming we cannot escape the pain 

We tried to get these people to hear us only in vain 

Black lives matter about as much as Urkyle did to Carl on Family Matters

Nobody looking out for us *** the justice system 

They just create a race of victims

Its a Neo Jim Crow 

We see on video blacks getting killed and whites look the other way like nobody know 

Y'all yell *** the police !No justice no peace !

Y'all scream that while cops load they piece 

Provoking the protest despite the pleas

I knew then that the only way to make peace is to prepare for war

Kennedy said if peaceful revolution is made impossible then violent revolution becomes inevitable

Words that speak the truth but to cops are unintelligible 

The days of peaceful demonstration are past 

The next move on my people very well maybe your last 

 I realize they want us to riot and destroy our community

To base our culture on violence to disrupt our unity

We must break the cycle at the first opportunity 

Or these cops will kill us punitively 

I wish my words were legible to all races and to every nation 

American cops killing us then taking vacations!

Lawmakers don't care because we below their station

It's no justice because it's just us !

12% of the population whose grandparents rode the back of the bus !!

Second class citizens in a first world country considered to be the land of the free

But how can that be said when my  people were brought here In chains and were hanging from trees

It is said those who don't know history are doomed to repeat it 

I suggest y'all ***ers get to reading 

Y'all got people in your street dying and bleeding 

I've never been a believer 

People don't change and this Nation won't either 

52 years after segregation ended  we still can't take a breather 

I watch my friend walk out the door praying this not the last time I see her 

It's a hard knock life and it can end in a blur

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after vision says:

my poet, truly your are aware of local and close past and present events. I love that you care

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