Seems like walking the line has become a daily
Routine;
It’s that over-charged birth debt of being born
Black.
Seen as lambs, no need to treat us like a real human
Being;
Racism has declared us missing their special mutated
Gene;
So take care hued prey, you are the free game to be chased
And attacked.
You’re told not to overreact; for this is a melting pot
Nation
And that your skin hue just happened to be the luck of
The draw.
You’re told that Lincoln didn’t have to go grant you
Emancipation;
That today’s America is doing great; no need for another
Damn civil war.
You’re told that if you didn’t stop demanding and screaming
No justice, no peace,
The newly revived modern pandemic lynching methods
Would not decrease.
But the voices of justice are eternal echoes loudly demanding
Their equality;
The revolution is on—streamed—making yesterday’s dream
Today’s reality;
It’s been said and it remains true, only the dreamer dies
The dream lives on;
The audacious hope of yesterday keeps us battling today
Until freedom is won.
Today, we’re still here battling; warrior father, mother, and
Brave daughter and son.
No, we shall not, we shall not be moved; we got too damn much
For us to prove.