Migration

You've mistaken me for a raven when i simply been a black crow.

you bugging say im thugging cuz of my hoody and my black clothes,

no Jim crows when I say that black shows,

forcing me to be criminal then I fall into a black hole. 

Like Ray Charles blind me, only let me see what im writting.

lost because evil emits endless emotions so please find me. 

You take away my knowledge said im enlightened but dont mind me,

you know I didnt have a map I couldnt loaf so just try me.

You want me to let by gones be by gones but you let somebody buy me. 

Forgive but wont forget my ancestors moved on but they never hit reset, 

and you opressed us, and I know you knew we was a threat. 

If you wouldve left us in our country we couldve changed the way we met. 

Now im upset, because I have to watch how I step

One wrong movent or a word and its a hole through my chest.

Since ima coffee colored code I dont get a vest, 

and no matter where we go we always under arrest, 

but you honor I object ,

and I never been impressed, 

but having things taken from you it will leave you stressed, 

like and elevator its hard moving on when all the buttons are pressed 

but moving on hurts worst than letting go so ill put this to rest. 

Convincing you youll never nothing if you keep in your dreads, 

but if we all get cut right now we'll be bleeding in red 

so shake my hand. 

No weapon formed against me shall prosper

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