Burning Cage

Jail ain't full of prisoners

My mind is what's locked up

If you don't shoot us on spot we just in handcuffs

The crimes that weren't committed still gotta be paid for

You know your target we know who you work for

Blue collars and badges make you God

Don't even read me my rights justice is a facade

I'm sick of the rest looking for aliby 

Visits behind glass making my soul cry

It's hunting season especially when it's hot out

Rack us up like points your excuse, we had our weapons out

That mental frustration is killing my brothers 

Forced to put our lives in the hands of a system that don't want us

Yeah I'm mad but this ain't blind rage

I'm gone burn a hole through y'all steel cage

Just to let my people free cos this ain't slavery

You don't like my slang well I don't like the way we get slain

Don't pretend this isn't a race thing this is home of the KKK

Amerikkka is so equal, for our lives y'all never pay.

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world

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