Sorry Doctor King
Locations
500016
India
17° 26' 38.886" N, 78° 28' 3.918" E
See map: Google Maps
500016
India
17° 26' 38.886" N, 78° 28' 3.918" E
See map: Google Maps
Sitting here thinking about the past
Sorry martin we still ain't singing Free at last
shit that would be a blast
but America is still segregated
Nothing but a big ass community, gated.
Ha freedom can't be supplicated.
The working class mainly colored people subjugated
Africans stolen from their home land like they were evacuated.
They never chose to be emigrated, immigrated, migrated.
How ever you want me to say it.
Brought to America generations later told free but still syndicated
When will the suffering for all people not wealthy or well of be alleviated
I feel like I'm obligated to stand up to the bull until it's all been liquidated
In the struggle I have been marinated.
Finally got out you know mama prayed it.
Seems like this movement is being degenerated.
So I know I gotta be the one to renovate it
The message hasn't been clearly communicated
And our freedom as a world from evil like this has yet to be substantiated.
Sitting here thinking about the past
Sorry martin we still ain't singing Free at last
shit that would be a blast
But we still got people out on the streets trying to make a fast buck.
Going into the kitchen nothing but pot luck.
Yea luck if anything is in the pot.
Girls happy to be called a thot.
The government needs to make a better plot.
Before another innocent child gets shot,
By a fucking crooked cop,
Using that excessive force.
Ima keep speaking out til I'm lable a terrorist and the military is knocking on my doors.
Until I strain my through and I become hoarse.
Let's play horse.
Is anyone gonna follow my lead.
With you I plead.
Bright young peaceful Americans is what we need
So that all people around the world can succeed
This world is filled with to much greed.
It makes me want to scream,
Until my throat starts to bleed.
People still trapped in the basement of society so I'm planting the seed
Sprout out and cause you've finally been freed.
Sitting here thinking about the past
Sorry martin everyone ain't singing free at last
that would be a blast
But my third eye is open hopin that I'm free at last.