I’m black in America
I’m supposed to live
In the land of the free
And the home of the brave
I’m supposed to believe and dream
If I work hard
This dream turns into a life fulfilled
But all it seems to come back to
Is the notion that I’ll never be enough
My black brothers and sisters
Are merely second class citizens
Blood continues to be spilled
Our churches burned
Our culture appropriated
We elected someone
Full of melanin
We are now post-racial
Racism is over
Yet so many have lost their lives
He gets no respect
Racism seems worse than it’s ever been
This is my country
This is my home
I’m supposed to be proud
“Proud to be an american
Where at least I know I’m free”
But am I really free
Or am I one wrong decision
Away from a bullet or a cell
As a kid
I never knew
The evil this world still held
I grieve for the lives lost
I am fearful for what the future holds
Money buys a lot of things
The NRA has bought Congress
Gun safety is a low priority
Education takes a backseat
While the rich get richer
And the poor get poorer
We talk about these injustices
Grand juries indict or they don’t
People are convicted or the aren’t
But nothing’s changing
Nothing’s better
At times I feel like
Me and my people
Are nothing more
Nothing less
Just simply seen as
Second class citizens