Out of a crowd we are chosen to be a stepping stone,
mistreated from the beginning, stripped of all we owned...
Not allowed to read, thus never articulate, keep our eyes looking downward, never look into their face.
To serve and to slave, for a shack in which to stay,
Over worked and most certainly, under paid..
Beat senseless physically and mentally and spiritually,
through and through.. Do as I say, not as I do.
Today it appears no different though models we are given,
see if you excell like our mascots, how good, you could be living.
All is illusion, simply not true,
when you haven't a choice to lift your voice,
without being subdued!
I can't breath, how about you?
Is it Justice or Just Us,
the real reason, its Us, They pursue?
Think about it, because it is not a fantasy,
EVERYTIME something goes wrong in the hood,
We as a whole, can't breath...
Is it Justice? Or Just Us?