In light of another killing of a black youth, I decided to release a poem I wrote awhile ago. Words are below:
"FREE YOUR MIND"
This country was built with blood
And it will end with blood.
There is no other outcome I can think of.
All I see is victims, lying in the streets.
There will be no justice; there will be no peace.
Black people are a stigma in this great United States
Even if we are successful, they always try to downgrade.
Our progress, we are much less
Than shits that they flush down the toilet.
Unwanted inhabitants of a land that we help built,
A country that strived off our blood and sweat.
And yet, I’m called a sell-out if I talk proper.
How convenient, another chapter in their strategy book.
Put a liquor store at the end of each block.
Give ‘em guns, give ‘em drugs, eventually they’ll be shot.
They’ll kill each other, hate each other… call each other nigga.
Yeah they fools will pull the trigger just to get some bigger figures.
They got us back backed between a big pack of lies.
All of us walking around don’t even open our eyes.
These politicians deceive us.
They build us up and then leave us.
And we know nothing but we just accept it all.
Like its nobodies fault, they get away and we caught,
They getting paid and we not.
You slaving over two jobs, just to get an education,
You may think its funny but this sista’s on a mission
I’m not gonna be a statistic.
So getting mad, it aint even worth it.
YOU NEED TO FREE YOUR MIND