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Im Not Free


I'm not free. I feel as if I was back then With Martin Luther, Jesse Jackson Because I still hear slurs, it's distractin'. Friends say, "Cool down, someone relax him" But today I'm mad now as they were mad then. I'm not free I have a dream, don't want to wake up. Because what awaits us Is confusion, hate....Love. Barely anything on my mothers pay stubs Why did I have to wake up? I'm not free You see, They were there together Lincoln, Luther in Dc That same "I have a dream speech" Depicts the same things i see in my dream sleep. I'm honest like the memorial near the monument And now, as confident As that moment when Martin went... "The Negro is still not free" A nightmare within a dream was happening My alarm goes off, no more time to sleep Awakened by a sound, a freedom ring. Took a minute awake before noticing I'm free. .......I'm Free. Thank you, so dearly, Dr. King. I'm Free.
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