some people dream of a dream like the king

but others fall flat as a lower voice sings

the people all of color in search for a light

but the light falls away then goes to into night.

The high screems of a child into children

makes a mother desperet for pills for the tension

the struggle of the color will change into day

as long as we fight for the black human race

The powers of color is not black nor white

but that does not stop the two in a fight

they pull out weapons and prepair for a battle

in the end someone ran off on a sattle

                                                                          Dallas Ray