1800
They gag us with their Stars and Stripes
We are light like stars but they want us behind bars like animals
Pulling back on old glory like reins but we are no longer your chattel
Your red white and blue means nothing to us that seek our true flag
You can no longer use our blood to dye your flags red in contrast with blue uniforms and white sheets
I spell America with three K’s
As the same amount of Kalashnikov rifles lean against my wall
We are no longer docile s
We are not s and bad es
They know who we are
That’s why they kept it from us for centuries
Our minds in the sunken place under the floorboards of the good ship Jesus
Those of us that know the truth of self are free while others think the Underground Railroad is a myth sitting on the plantation thinking that is freedom
Someone needs to set them free
Their minds still eat watermelon and fried chicken on master’s veranda
Rise up like the sun for it is ours
The hours are approaching on tired feet
Walk with time so it may heal you...
