Colors of Pain

Do you know about the past? When your ancestors thought they wouldn’t last? Sitting in the back of that class Words that hurt more than walking on broken glass Moving on past the discrimination Building up a home, a stable foundation Tears on the windowpane, pain Slaves in their chains, going insane Do you see what I see after the rain? I see the colors of pain I see the red on my grandfather’s hands and back As he came home from working on the train track Working as hard as he did, How could he be an item of a bid? I see the orange skies, wondering why Why they even try, every moment that passed by How they got to that certain point where enough is enough When will they decided to rise up, play rough? I see the yellow sun in the skies, morning As my ancestor’s master beat them as a warning Chains broke free and segregation came, They took an aim, walked away and overcame, heads up, no shame I see green grass running from left to right Because of skin colors, both sides wanted a fight Drive a mile north, you see paved roads and lights fully lit Drive a mile south, you hard working parents who lifted their children’s spirit I see blue waters and a bridge over all the tears We all come together now and came past all obstacles and fears United, undivided, power to the young and the old We stand together, stronger than ever, we’re able to uphold I see purple mountains as the sun sets on the earth’s canvas, beautiful As all the colors, all races, seem to come in harmony, peaceful, wonderful We judge through the heart, mind and soul, Not by the color, race, and never take power or control No pain, no gain, where after the rain Are the colors of pain