black oppression
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Is there justice in this world Is justice just a child's dream Only seen in the eyes of the naive and foolish The iris of a black man Has never truly seen justice But it has seen pain and segregation His hands are no stranger to hand cuffs His bod
The System, the system of a black man going to jail for life that didn't even get to say goodbye to his wife, or motha or even his own little brotha.
reach for your ID but be careful not to get gunned down.
these streets are feeling like syria now.
misinformed gunplay and guns spray in the area.
people being divided because they don’t meet the white mans criteria.
I been moving like a Pharaoh Was told I’m a Thoro they running out of choices for living too narrow Kids on drugs overdosed on the bus Recording X final moments n****s missing the love
America, Mother of artifice,
You have stood the test of time.
Revolution, Slavery, Democracy, and Capitalism,
As one of your biological children I can honestly attest that our relationship is truly bitter-sweet.
In one year,
I noticed a change in the universe.
No longer running
through her purse,
for loose change
like an endless,
leather garden,
never stopping to
smell the roses.
Me, Black
Afro
American
Product of rape
Product of hate
Product of product;
I reproduce in self hate;
Me.
I sit in the front of the bus.
The bus windows lets me stare
at all those people that give no care.
Why should I stand when I pay the same fare?
We live here too, it's not your lair.
