I can hear a song playing in the night
About a life that wasn’t so bright
Every time I go outside it feels like
Somethings strange but nothings change
I still hear that song every night playing
Even when I’m not home or even there
Where I first heard it playing on everyone’s
Lips coming off the tips of their tongues
It got under my skin like melanin
So, I sung air into my lungs to breathe again
No one want breath more than the dying
Even during floods, we be crying
Our eyes out to see a drought
Feeling like a Grinch in Whoville
Out to get whoever
sick of fighting tired of going to war
across the water deep in the valley
of forges what for's
The Protect and Serve leave us dead
by the curve love is less while we die
more loveless than we were when we
were first born young gifted and black
Under attack this Poet wrote it and
will not take back a scratch
give me a dollar for every
stripe across my ancestors back
I can live and profit off that pain
ingrained into mind of the driven insane
Mad at my family don’t know what for
My head bothers me my dad never
fathered me everything about mom
bothers me told I’m the STONG ONE
(F) that even if it's fact, in fact please
Don’t follow me don’t bother me
siblings constantly arguing over who
threw the first stone falling down
but still holding on to nothing while
grasping on to something hoping
to keep the song from looping
All we have left of us is residue
If we learn to stick together
if we learn to trust
If we learn to love those who look like us
If we stop rioting long enough
If we could just be still long enough
To hear the still small voice
We say we trust
Maybe that would be enough
maybe that will do us some, justice
Remnant soldiers it’s time to regroup
The Immortal Wize
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