Is it Right?

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America,

Who are we?

Bigots. Not nearly a society.

America,

What are we?

Wanna-bees and bastards; clearly a pseudo society.

 

Lets get right,

get straight,

get fair,

and get some light.

Lets try not to shine our pool of darkness on those who just want a chance to fight.

 

You call it "Freedom" right?

All I see is your spite.

The hatred in the back of your eyes,

over what?

Who's right?

About a guy winning a plight?

Trusting a clearly mistrute man, over an now dead little boy

becuase of their fight in the midlight's moonlight.

 

Come on  now.

We all know that America is just unright.

Corrupt from any sight.

The banks, the government, the judges, the courts.

All to knock a kid right off his bike.

And tell him he can't do right.

And tell him he'll never be able to fight.

No matter the lawyers and papers and documents he brings,

America will look at any winner with her eyes of hate, darkness and spite.

 

She will tell the boy that because he's not blue-eyed, blond-haired and white 

that he won't ever have the chance to fight.

Who is to tell him that the world around him will be uptight?

just because of the color of his skin, his ethinic background--things he can't change--that he'll never win.

He won't have a right, despite the fact that all the evidence is here.

Even if it was Zimmerman screaming,

Its his fault. 

He shouldn't have chased him down that one night.

 

Fithy Land. Fifthy Rule. 

All over who's "right" and who's elgible to make up the rules.

Its bull shit.

All of it.

And this is directed to those who think their so clever and smart.

those who make up the rules. 

those who say, "I'm right."

Well, I'm here to put up the fight.

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