The vessel that pops and screams to be free

But constantly neglecting because of my skin.

The thrown your so high on, has you corrupted

What happen to just fighting for justice, but instead fighting for readjustments.

Looking for the next victim walking, with glistening melanin popping

Look in the rearview mirror, what do you see?

A black face covered in a hoodie, do i seem like threat or maybe just a easy kill.

You think twice of the bullet connecting with my skin, if you knew it was your life coming to an end

That sinister grin that held you so comfortably. But it all fade when commotion shatters

Innocence beyond the free, bound to never be. I see you can't stand to be near me.

My color seems to upset you.

My stride that's full of pride bothers you

My innocence taken away enlightens you

Maybe Stevie Wonder was right.

What's so wonderful about world that can't stand our power of melanin.

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Crawling for dear mercy, because of the powerful controversial. Black people stand up. Fighting for Rights that seem to unjustified. Remember the Walk, King lead for equality.

Put yourself in the equation, add it up and just maybe it'll seem rational

But equality doesn't even seem to be a problem anymore just an expression with the same typical answer.

Call on the ancient power, the power of the brain and the power to not go insane. Put your ear to ground and lets start a war.

Pavement below holds us up, but are we doing to keep it solid

The momentum of blacks elevates the world. One for one and one for all. Let's not just stand, but rise for better meaning.

Living in a war zone, without any type of paradise; Half of HUMANITY doesn’t even see it

Communities ruined, Families decreasing, Fatherless sons, Motherless daughters

All for your own secrete union

Horrifying screams rupture your eardrums

Vision becomes blurry from constanting crying

Bodies laying lifeless, with no type of remorse

But you don’t see me!

The richness of my melanin…. I’m only your muse with no instant of regret

Do you sense the tension all over you? Or maybe the blindness of this fucked up ECONOMY?

Afraid to step over a caucasian territory, Because the RISK of being KILLED.

Our voices have became Vain.

No reason to stand still.