Generation of segregation
Did anybody ever ask how it felt, to sit on the back of the bus and yelp?
Everyday facing discrimination, and an unjustified racial segregation
Always living in fear with faces full of tears
Great leaders advocated for African-American Civil Rights, but instead they ended up dead or in jail cells because they believed in what was right
Was America not the home of the free? but instead black slaves were hung by trees
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