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Fighting For Free


The few, the proud … the black And they said black couldn’t be in the military Because we’re only equivalent to monkeys Buffalo, Tuskegee All full of men that love their abusive step motherland Black bastards stripped from their heritage and stolen from their birth mother Yet still true patriots of the red, white, and blue Fighting with our sight red until her enemy is dead To fulfill her need and earn her love So we could be treated as brother by the sons of our new mother We run back to the unopened arms of the unloving many We return as Negros nothing more but maybe less To unfair ways and civil unrest To unfair jobs, and to unburied black soldiers Wanting to make a change but unable to vote We caught the heart of honest Abe His union freed us and finally our mother accepts us as her children Though her love was still never fully true Like children we caught her attention in different ways We acted out radically, destroyed, and Malcolm X’ed whatever was in our way We fought the fight of faith for freedom We ultimately just reasoned, we prayed thanks to MLK Until we were no longer social slaves Now we fight for those same rights for every one of our brothers and sister so everyone will be free Welcome to the free world; the United States of America and growing We fought and won a nation but now it’s time for a free world of peace
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