This Holy Land Is Far From Pure

Being African American There are things still to change Some things still left unanswered Up to present day So where so we begin To my fellow blacks only win? Or can we let some new people in? A country is a piece of land Inhabited then stolen Bringing people who refuse, then deny to be broken You shouldn’t need papers This land isn’t yours For all the sins you’ve committed This holy land is far from pure Discrimination, hatred, and envy still lingers With every fresh blooming race Despite, the past diligent fingers Praying for this place We can still press on In hope for this new generations To stand together A united nation