I am not Free

His skin was fair an alien

his ship stole me from my land

Cooool..breezes of ocean in my eye

as i sweat beneath his hand

AFRICA my..(cup hands) Motherland

left to be enslaved

She did not deserve to be separated from her child

I am not FREE

as i witness my hands turn black..er.er

than my ancestors

As i run faster (pant) (sigh)

than my dog

I know that GOD must see my struggle

for the devil did this to me…

King James put me in his town

and used his bible to control me

a book that i DID NOT know about

for in my home I spoke of Mystic beings…

the WHITE man no nothing knew nothing about

yet i sing hymns from this white man's book

as i go about the plantation

and it gives me strength to make it

it is God’s invitation

that it ONE thing that CAN not break me

for the white man did not know

that the ONE thing he used to kill me would save my soul….

I birth my son and he grows

He breathes his son and then on...grows on..goes on

and we come to COLLEGIATE place where the negro

is no longer on the run

But yet I am not free

for though my brown skin

is now semi accepted..

they brush(brash) their whips through my mind

and now their slavery is of a different kind

for they have chained me by my nerves

and captured my lobes

the slavery is here

and not from across the globe

I am not Free

I am...HIS (look up)

King James Version

A version that too many have discovered

But not many cherish

As my hearbeat meets the concrete

And legacies parish

Those meant to protect now illegally serve

Punishments of proportions no one has ever heard

As sons become scars

That bleed with no mercy

My eyes shift from the streets to the clergy

Prayers for discrimation

With false incrimination

As they read this story masses testing my patience

It's as if Martin Luther King never had a dream

And he woke up to brown faces begging him to go to sleep

R.e.m

Remember

What once was now is as Jim Crowe is ressurected

And segregation runs under the radar not easily detected

As we cry for our brothers who can't cry no more

And we dust off our King James

To remember what we live for

From a ship to slave

From a slave to free

The tables have turned

I AM not free

And as melanin pops

And drops to the floor

If our people ain't free who we standing here for

As armies are formed

Saying our lives matter

Building up verbal barricades

To prepare for disaster

I wonder if our ancestors still have broken backs

From the freedom that was whipped off them lash by lash

Though

As I comb the cotton of my hair

I am not free

The day will come

When one days will be some days

And that day will come

When concretes and heartbeats

No longer intermix

And this war that we are fighting will be fixed

As we use our minds

And unite our visions

Educate congregate

Divide our division

We are not free

But we are living

And as God breathed breathe into Adam to create new life

We breath into our atmosphere to make things right

King James Version

Free