Revolution

There's cities and blocks in his head at night
Filled with neighborhoods that don't look right
It's like a party everyone else is already at
People up at open mic, In the streets, they aren't safe

filled with words and rhymes that only spew hate 

Filled with fear in their own head and their hands only shake
Hear their voices as they narrarate their fate

He became the constraints of American policy 

Looking for apolgies. Ha American responabiliy 

Amerian soil soaked in dishonesty Blood sweat and tears? Give me a break

Not only did you break our hands and families 

You stole lives, american history reshapes their role

that narrates that blacks had some control 

Translates into displaced families looking for possibilities that turn to causalities 

America was hooked like a junkie it need to thrive

Sedate its self to reinstate its irony in the world 

American dream costume

Full scheme included for only a slaves life

Whites who already took rights but nothing else to fight

Rights you think they lack because they be black

America are you smoking crack?
Rights are rights wrongs is wrong 

Get ready for a lifelong battle of uncomfortable conversations

Get ready america its time for the 22nd revolution

And I think this is the solution

 

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