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Freedom?


FREE AT LAST! FREE AT LAST! Black America has been inspired By these words from the past But are we truly free? This question puzzles me? When our fellow brothers and sisters Are not reaching their full potential and capability Fighting each other over land they do not own Buying name brand clothes and shoes But cannot purchase a home Result to selling drugs acting like thugs Living in the streets Instead of starting businesses, making jobs Getting their college degree FREE AT LAST! FREE AT LAST! This statement cannot be true When you beat those who wear red And kill those who wear blue When you say the right words to get in bed With a lady But suddenly disappear When she appears with a baby I have come to a revelation Black America overall does not Have a true apperception Of the creation, and innovation of the people we come from The depravation of knowledge around my peers Occasionally causes frustration When they fail, they accept it Because that is the expectation FREE AT LAST! FREE AT LAST! We are physically free But mentally bound And we come from a people Who are world renowned Losing touch with our culture Dead brains provide home for the vulture Ignorant, criminal, vulgar The picture society paints in our persona FREE AT LAST! FREE AT LAST! But I choose to be different I choose to break those chains Break limitations society Has to try to put on my brain I will be what I choose to be And NO ONE can stop me Don’t believe me Sit back and watch me God did not intend for me To be controlled by man I put my trust in him Because my destiny is in his hands Through this life I may fall But through it all I stand tall And in the end In appreciation of the past I will shout with honor FREE AT LAST! FREE AT LAST!
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