To be or not to be
Some people will never be
A color, a skin tone or a black person walking down the street.
My own mother fears for me,
Just because some people can not see,
The pain, the fear, the madness inside
or at night when she can hear my cries,
This world is scandalous, cruel, brutal and inhumane,
Where people don’t take our feelings inconsiderate for a damn thing.
And since I don’t get a freedom of speech,
I guess I’m just a black person walking down the street.
So If I bleed, I guess that means you bleed too
So you fear me, and kill me
Is that not what you do?
But see this has been going on for forever and ever.
1619 Save the date and maybe you’ll remember.
People screamed equality and let them be free
But they should have said equity and let them be.
Because now it’s the same thing going on and on
And maybe someday we’ll just be gone
Since I can only eat, sleep and breath and can’t even have an opinion made by me
How does that mean I’m free ?
For over 400 years
I’ve watched my people bleed
My mother, father, ancestors
But if I can make a difference
So I don’t have to go through this ignorance,
Being treated like we have no feelings,
To get rid of their little obsession
And all of the segregation
So I don’t have to feel like a horrible person
Just cause over 400 years you haven’t learned your lesson
And over 400 years, you’ve torn us apart
Cause in my mind you’ve hated me from the start.
And where the flag that represents you, makes you free
That flag has never represented me
For the fact that I am not blind
Just because we have a little difference
Because one silly gun can’t take me out
And to my fallen angels, well rise again
So yea after 400 years we’ve shed our tears
But In another 400 years we’ll still be here
Sorry to tell you but we’re here for keeps
I’m not the only black person walking down the street.