The chosen ones

For years we have been the chosen ones

The ones that stick out from everybody else

The ones that are looked and treated differently

Because of this we’ve lost our identity

They seperated our family

Rewrote our history

And forever brought us doomed victory

From there they made us do their work

And threw us around in their trading network

By selling us like we were products

We were no longer people, We were just three-fifths

For my ancestors freedom was just myth

A hundred plus years and that myth changed to reality

But even then we were still fighting for equality

Spit in my face, then hang my body

Through me in jail or even a river

Blow up my church and call me a nigger

This sense of hatred translates to present day

So with faith and protest we pray they go away

They attack our culture, men, and place of worship

But that list goes on and on and repeats itself

We’ve accomplished much since those chosen days

But decrease our faith as we look at each other sideways

My people have worked so hard

But we still don’t understand why people have no heart

Treat me different because of my color

But just know we could never have hatred for another

We been through enough and lost many sisters and brothers

So here we stand with our fist held high

I have a dream

And our dream won’t die

Black lives matter and we demand respect and equality

So don’t ever try to minimize mine or our quality