Calming down the inequities of my failures

I received a distaste for my ice cold face

Do right unto others, as they will do right unto you

Vandalism running the streets of the southern cities

Walking with the wrong enemy

Sometimes you’re forced to watch everything fall apart unexpected

Or maybe it’s the wrong thought thats hard to be accepted

Malcolm X

Martin Luther King

Maya Angelou

Tell Malcolm I have poetic justice that can put a smile on his face

Tell Martin Luther I’m the future to the heaven’s talents

And tell Maya there’s still another chance to fulfill a broken dream.

When the song flung from heaven was the caged bird that sings the song that sang when they didn’t sing

Maybe we didn’t realize all the dreams they were dreaming

We watched the map they had was receding

And maybe we just took for granted what we been receiving

But we all got angels

We all got demons

And we all got each other not a season, but a reason

We all got the key to the dream, don’t let them lock you out

You thinking to broad/no they tryna box you out

But they don’t understand that this is our plan

And yes we can, take the future that they had

But to time my flows,

I might not need to watch me balance out my clocks

It be nice to wait awhile, but my boat waiting on the docks

Living together

Weight with more feathers

Clean my mirror, I can see much clearer

And if you trust me I can be your hero

What's to say I’m gonna transcend above my limits for

Who’s to say that I won’t soar,

And who’s to say if I walk out right now

I won’t have the whole world standing at my front door

You come to me crawling on your knees and landing on your feet

Are you 100% behind me, or 50% in front of me

Stay by my side and take me away from the pain that reaps

Now you hear my voice travel to your speaker/That speaker that spoke when they didn’t speak

And now you tryna be my teacher

And you say I’m your preacher

But yet you know neither leason

But I guess you’ll find it in the heavens

As the sisters and brothers came here to do one thing

Raise a queen, raise a king,

The color of hate, pain, and struggle ceases,

Now reign over the mark on the war, colored blindly, in pieces
And ask the nation in the crowd, where peace is