Take away your connection to these places and all you’ll see are boxes
Ready to set a flame to
Building windows start to look like eyes, staring into your soul, squaring up with your mind
Whispering, what are you gonna do?
Because you know, we built this country from the ground up
And we know, it’s been a long coming we shoulda tore this shit down
Even with this Corona going around
We need our rejoicing voice to sound
Profoundly and loudly
And I keep hearing about reason…
What about this, what about that?
As if we haven’t reasoned enough
For 155 years to be exact
When do we really attack?
Because everything we’ve done has been inconsistent
One small walk for one man, never turns into leaps for our kind
We’ve become docile and comfortable
We’ve set up our people between a rock and a hard place with a yard and call that justice
But don’t we deserve more?
Don’t we deserve more than toleration?
More than praise only when I’m good for financial gain?
Don’t we deserve more than pity?
Fake smiles in our cubicles but venomous sighs down in the city
Don’t we deserve more than assumptions? Stereotypes? Stigmas?
Stigmas that are placed on our heads from the day we’re born and scorned.
Why must our rights be fought for, over and over again with no resolution?
Are we not loud enough?
Or are we not strong enough?
We’re no longer united by color
You know, how it used to be
People are all caught up in their successes that one person’s pain doesn’t concern them
Until pain is on their doorstep
Until prejudice is breaking down the walls of their middle and upper class foundation
You ever wondered what happened to the slaves that stayed when the rest revolted and escaped?
They stayed slaves.