Screams of pain that his ancestors once has
His agression he carry is for them
Instead people forget
That black men and women built this country
The white people may own it but we run it
Fresh out the womb
Children have been bread to do better
Reach for better and knock down those doors
That white people made for us when they had us living in shacks with they chicken
His pain is growing everytime
He sees his brother get sent back to jail
Black people are too strong for cages
The jail holds some of the best minds that have been sucker into believing their no old
His begins to let out because there was once no hope for slaves but there was one made
People said blacks were not even considered to be whole people
But those 3/5 rose up and is now running the country
The blood in his veins sees all the hurt he face
But every time he wakes up he realize its a new day
A time of age that can be changed
barriers can be broken
there is no premade law telling him
he has to start from the back
because thats where is ancestors use to be
he can dream big and accomplish it
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