Pocket Change

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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