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We never made it
It's still slavery
We're still being whipped from the hands of the nation
Dreams from a Kings crown wasn't correctly interpretated
Yet we still think of it as nothing major
White versus black will be war we're forever facing
But dark versus light?
I pray that one day we'll see the light
And open our eyes
And realize this isn't right
That the ones that mysterically died
Are the ones that tried to make things right
I guess America is too stubborn for fixing
To this day, they still criticize 2pac's vision
He was the 90's Malcolm X so they got rid of him
And they still don't know who killed him
We're all just trying to make it, Trying to survive
Taking it day by day, praying we're alive
The next day, so we once again can see the sunlight
Like the ones in Africa, who many expect to die
But yet we are all princes and princesses
Uncrowned and then dressed by blindfolds and tresses
That enable us to the messes
That we're drowning in
Yet the ones that see, we're downing them
Cause freedom of speech is now frowned upon
And yet, its supposed to be "freedom for all"
Honestly, there's no freedom at all