I choose Liberation

 

You are screaming at us

you want our hands up

We are crippled by the wounds

Begging you not to shoot

I want to be happy in my skin

Free to live the promises of your land

But I am stung by your gun

I have no weapon in hand

I am crippled by my skin

Race

A limitation

a mark of boundaries

Dare to let me scream

I am drowning as you leave

Hands up Hands up

I am crippled by your voice

Hands up hands up

I am gunned down

My hand will rise from the grave

There will be a better place

for me to carry on with grace

A better place, a better place

I will no longer live by your mercy

That day I hit the grave.

Rest in peace black man