400 Years
All I need is freedom...
Praises to the authority
When majority
Promoted white robes as a conformity
Of your suppression
Waiting too long for legal protection
The mass deception that changed your soul to most of a kind
The impurities undefined
Swimming deeper into a finagled political comma
Where the visually impaired lead oceans of blind
The blacker the berry the harsher the treatment
The more bruised are the fruit
Dictated by big brother in orthodox suits
You know them as teachers
You call them your doctors, lawyers, and judges
And this is what's inspirational and looked up to to be
Lesser knowledge is free, but more is to be trapped
Wondering why they call it the trap
Conditional poverty act
Letting the blind amplify tenacious pride
To a system that failed
Only one way to free the mind encaged in a cell
Just unlock and prevail
Unlearn what was learned
And rewrite what was written
A limitless waiver
To heal history's scars with righteous behavior
So stand up for the truth and free your past
And let it be known
Or the renaissance will be televised while you're watching at home