SOMEONE WITH A VOICEthoughts/inside I am forced to keep/I open my mouth but I rather not speak/ for/4/ the average mind I feel my words are too deep/they have turned religion into a democracy/ made us see our own faces as the enemy/released us from the shackles yet we still ain’t free put our men in war/to show a sign of bravery/but its really cold blooded slavery/ do their dirty work/ while/they pretend to weep/and the crying voices get swept away/another black man made a statistic today/tried to dream away the pain/but it tried harder to stay/in your mind/its defined/like bloodstains/they got us shedding our peoples blood/ like when they had us in chains/except the chains around our neck/and we call dis change/they count on us to be vain/to keep our souls trapped underneath our pre-dug graves/supply the weapons and watch the war they create/watch our youth grow up in a world full of self hate /IS it o0o late? Are my thoughts to0o deep? /like the roots of which I speak/ history our four fathers work so hard to keep/and now THE PAIN you work so hard to repeat/back into the choke/hold/they hold/ on the lies they have told/ to see at what price are souls/are sold/one day my words will unfold/but I refuse to let my heart turn cold/while they try and make me follow the yellow brick road/ill pick the one less travelled/ not 6 feet deep/that their type of steep/but back underground/don’t say a sound/but this is where peace is found/I suppose/see life may sew concrete but ill seep a ROSE
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