I Dream of Dr. King II: National Nightmare

If the world ended, today

All we’re told, be humble and pray

Youth is expiring, in unrest they lay

Injustice wins, no penalties to pay

Racism still alive, but we shall overcome

From outcries of murder, do we run

Dr. King, how long does one remain silent

when your approach to this was nonviolent

Spyware on devices, Sprint, T-Mobile, Motorola

New technology, gone from Cancer, AIDS to Ebola

We search for fallen foreign planes of the sky

Same ones we teach terrorists how to fly

Give funds and rescue an overseas country

In mine, I’m treated and hunted as a bounty

Dr. King, if only you saw how they did Trayvon Martin

Left the Black community’s hearts hardened

The same happened in a Missouri town

Gunned down was teenager, Michael Brown

It’s called Ferguson of looting and purging

Many businesses to homes were burning

You said, riots are language of the unspoken

against a system not meant to protect us, broken

Can’t forget about Oscar Grant

Fruitvale Station, a New Year’s rant

When we think the madness can’t go no farther

‘I CAN’T BREATHE’, last words of Eric Garner

As a kid, I played with toy guns

but not for Tamir Rice to be shot in fun

Lord, what have we done

Keep being taken away, until we’re none

Invitation by members to join KKK

They must feel Blacks are stupid, no fucking way

Arson crosses as their grills

A barbecue, picnic (pick a nigger) for our kills

Before my time, but I won’t forget

Years, they hid behind sheets and pillow case sets

Think they did something, attending a NAACP meeting

while my skin color is dying with bleeding

Choked to death, put on gurney, like we’re breathing

Shoot us dead, cuff us, as if we’re leaving

The only power we have is vote and protests

When can we strap up in bullet proof vests

Bring crooked law makers and enforcers to test

Without a judge, grand jury, or an arrest

Be their equalizer, Black lives matter

even on camera…

The dream will not shatter

Uplift this stigma

Minorities are the latter

Solve the enigma

Racist chit-chatter

Black men used as target practice for the scare

Waking up to step out my door is a nightmare

To each other, we’re punk ass, bitch niggas

until one of us pull a trigger

If we come forward as witnesses

We disrespected the streets and are snitches

Not supposed to say Black on Black crime

in police brutality time

If so hard, draw your weapons at them

or suit up for war in Afghanistan

Some other nationalities recognize us

Our own women despise us

We’re thugs and abusers in prisons across nation

Harassing, drugging, and charged with rape allegations

Gay, unemployed, no nice guys

Bad partners to fathers without child support to buy

New bitches, broke, weak…we still get The Apology

It’s always said, look at history

Jim Crow, Willie Lynch, and Slavery

Then, maybe we’ll have unity

As people, we’ll never be equal

So much evil to be peaceful

A cruel society, I see

God Almighty, I am NOT free

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