The racism that stands today

stands beside the players who play the game,

beside the owner who owns the field

the field of fates that have been sealed.

Behind the glass are peering eyes

admiring their one true prize

the prize of power to control men,

men that have been robbed again.

There is freedom given to those who ask

but they have to earn it through a task, 

a task they chose but for a price

the price the owner feels is right.

But there is no pay in being harrassed

by those who know that nothing's passed

because racism is alive today

through those who think that it's okay.

There are those who entertain

and support the unchanged chains,

the chains that grew and grew so fast

between now and the constant past.

There's a field of fates that have been sealed,

by the owners that own the field

and the racism that stands strong today

stands beside the players that play the game.