This is a call
A wake up call
As the winds of America’s past time pass over the embers of racial distress
Soon their will be a flame
There was riotting in the 60′s and who is say that today it won’t be the same
The ****** memories of America’s past still brings fear
The fire of racial inequality builds and smoke fills the air
Innocent men getting shot down in the street but who really cares?
As a mother’s heart bursts in sadness as she’s reduced to tears
Hands up,don’t shoot!
They think all we do is ****** and loot
But who am I to refute?
Maybe they know who I am and feel my pain? Or maybe I’m saying #BlacklivesMatter all in vain
All in vein cause this pain runs deep
Everytime I see another mother weep
Another black life lost, who will pay the cost? Who will sanctify the souls? And take burning coals to holes where these bodies lay,
Like the one that holds Freddie grey,
Another black man in Baltimore just trying to survive another day, until his life got taken away,
tell me,what more am I to say ,
Hands up don’t shoot
Or how about I can’t breathe!
Please listen and take heed
Systematic racism is trying to destroy the black man’s seed
And what are we supposed to do? Get down on our knees? Cry and plead?
No, what we must we do is Rise up and lead,
That’s what our communities need
That’s what our communities need because we have black daughters, black sons
Black sons whose light won’t get to shine, won’t get to shine because of the barrel of *****’s gun
Oh *****, you wise old soul, you put a badge on henchmen and told them to take control
Told them to go on patrol, and shoot to ****, the young, the old
And you don’t gotta hide, you got the media on your side,
pumping lie after lie, making mockery of every mother’s cry
And that’s why I, stand here with my fist in the air
Staring right at you, ready to lay my life down with no fear
Because like Malcolm, like Martin I’m just another black man working to free the slaves,
Working tirelessly to break down this crooked system you paved
So with the roar of a lion I shout!
This is not a test, this is a call
A call to the people,
Not just a call but an unprecedented sequel
A call to the world to look at every man as equal
And hopefully this equality can take my people out of poverty
Open up blinded eyes so that our white counterparts can see
And for my young brothers to see that there’s no merit in gold chains with no brains
***** still in charge cause he still holds the reigns
Some of our young men got no sense cause they got no change
No leaders to look up to
No fathers to look up to
Just mothers to run to, and to those mothers I say thank you
But to the black men where are you?
I know ***** separated us from our families
but the return of the black man must come quick
Cause extinction is on the verge, and I don’t wanna go back to stones and sticks
Back to lifting bricks, or selling bricks, or flipping bricks just trying to make it
But I look at the state of my people and I can’t take it
So I can’t fake it, cause I feel it
Within me, deep in my soul
So here I am standing, here I am, bold!
No shackles on me, I am going to stay free
And Create a legacy
where I can sit back and watch
My Children be free
This piece is ongoing. The war against black people in America has not ended, and so as I feel the pains, I will translate them into words and revise this piece.