It's funny how we all refuse to join hands.
But we can join in meeting supply and demand.
How we won't let our kids play in our parks
And we shelter them from light so they're left in the dark.
Our goals are not goals but needs to survive
And our streets are not walked with confident strides.
And the color of our skin kept us from jobs
Now the color of our skin plays infinite odds.
And the wars we now fight is no fight at all.
What ever happen to liberty and justice for all.
The Land of the free and home of the brave.
Is our land free and our homes brave or are we all inslaved..
Insalved with a culture that refuses to behave.
That don't realize we are digging an unmarked grave.
What will history books write about us.....
Nothing because in order for it to be history
me must have a future.