There's children dying

Mothers crying 

People trying

To better themselves 

To be better than the past that follows them 

To live soundly in the land of the free

Free....

Maybe.

Maybe not.

Probably not.

This world is filled with injustice 

Can we really trust this, what should we believe?

That they're fighting for us? 

Oh trust me they're fighting,

For us? against us?

You know the answers to these. 

They tell us that they're here for us 

But who is us? 

Who are we? 

We are separate from them.

Separate but equal they said

But if it's really equal why is separation needed 

You cringe at the sight of my black brothers and sisters 

You call us thugs and criminals 

But none of this is true. 

You're saints and we're sinners

We're losers and you're winners

But what are you really winning? 

The land that you stole?

The Natives won that

You're just a consolation prize 

But to you that's what everyone else is

You will look my brother in his eyes

Quick to say he deserve to die

blacks lives don't matter to y'all 

It's all lives but those are white lies 

 Cause the white lives are really all that matter to you.

So don't tell me to calm down 

Don't tell me to be quiet

I need to fight for my people 

In the hood and in the projects 

For The ones who made it out and the ones who didn't 

The ones coming up from where they are living 

We just trying to push though and make it 

Trying to take back what was taken 

Trying. Trying

To live soundly in the land of the free

But is it really free? 

Maybe.

Maybe not. 

It's definitely not.