I do lean upon justice with a bent leg,

My soul begs for life,
Like brown children running from the belt
I've been stumbling,
Upon racial slurs,
And just somehow found myself lying on a sea of red and blue
Where dollar over man is the national anthem,
And black means bullseye,
I,
Can't stomach the thought of equality because it leaves a bitter taste in my mouth,
Vomiting up pride,
The acidic taste thats been sold in your eviction notice
Police brutality screaming down my throat as I suffocate on hatred
Cause apparently skin color has become a blueprint to historians who have the audacity to say that Columbus was a founding father to a land that was already blessed with culture
Somehow these words,
Are no longer poetry,
But the soliloquy of segregation rotting in the lungs of a nation
Being embedded in the struggle of 200 years branded onto my skin,
16 years of my life thrown away in a makeshift casket,
But you don't give a f*** now you do,
You plead that innocence isn't color blind,
But racism is an epidemic,
Venereal disease found in politics crotch
So to the politicians with tiny egos,
This is how to degrade an entire race,
Tell them that their President ain't s***,
That his slogan is a receding dream of Martin Luther King
but be mindful of the bent backs you're stepping on
of the boys lives you robbed from being men
of the children whose been praying to a deaf God to send peace,
but later got stuck in junk mail
be careful of the President you're dealing with,
for he erupted these words,
we honor those who walked so we can run
Selma was not a clash of armies but a clash of will
cause freedom is just a catchphrase hanging on our tongues,
Wrapped in so called protection,
That you practice between the sheets,
Spreading the legs of Liberty until she surrenders under the folds of your lies,
You make me sick with your allegiance of pride,
Pull trigger with the same hand you use to tuck your kids in with at night,
Like,
Heaven is white,
Like,
The Emancipation proclamation was a rough draft,
Like,
My skin is dark for no reason,
Like,
Slavery didn't fit in history books but is printed on every crooked backbone that shivers every time it looks at a tree,
And its funny how red, white and blue become symmetrical through gun butt leashes and chokehold collars,
Bullets carry names and labels
you find on lifeless bodies
you can tell them that
God is a figment of their imagination
That to be righteous
you must trade books with guns
neglect with respect
and cover eyes and ears at democracy
So the correct way to spell America is T-R-A-Y-V-O-N
Its also M-O-N-A-R-C-H-Y
so our father
who are in heaven
hallowed be thy name
thy kingdom come
thy will be done
on this earth
as it is in heaven
give us this day to shout victory out of sore tongues and raise fist high to celebrate the struggle of a nation under the brink of discrimination
You can't hide behind a flag that’s transparent to justice
Cause I know you see me,
Nigga (or Bruh)
I see you see me see you staring down at what looks like history in the making
This land is parental advised,
Weak on the mind
But heavy on the trigger happy
The shoot now
And ask questions later
Kind of people
I need you to understand that we
Are walking on snapped necks
Buries under the soil
You're losing at your own game
So you treat it like sexual frustration
Does killing minorities turn you on?
Knowing that we will no longer stay silent
No longer a means to be buried 6 feet under and forgotten
I refuse to become the stereotype you stuff into body bags you store behind your mistresses bed
Cha Ching is equivalent to corpses,
You rupture the epitome of independence,
I dare you to preach justice in the midst of tying tubes on the edge of aborting the truth,
The sin is the fact that you hide behind black ties and dollar signs
While we stand in the army of oppression,
No this is not another,
Nappy headed chronicle,
This is the rhythm of 40 acres and a mule that's been flowing through our veins,
So you can pretend that this is another angry poem,
Another minority getting steam off their chest,
But this is the sound of thunder,
Boom!