Unchain Me Now
December 6, 1865 we were finally free
No more pain, our sufferings done, unchain me now
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1877 Jim Crow tied my hands
“It shall be unlawful for a negro and white person to play together or in company with each other”
The laws that belittle me and my people for 77 years
The laws that enforced the divide between the white and the black
They divided us
Just like they did in the Berlin conference
When they cut up Africa like pieces in a pie
Instead of the united Africa,
we’re now drawing the colored lines
We’re living in the new jim crow era
Where in 1980 jails became my home
Now, There are more black people incarcerated then there were enslaved
Do you hear me?
there are more black people incarcerated then there were enslaved
We make up 12.3 percent of the U.S. population
And yet black people makeup 59 percent of the prison population
Were we truly freed?
Or are we just captives in our own society?
“Land of the free” ? that's just a joke to me
'Cause if it were true, there would be no need to be free
As they lie to my face saying that we are free
Understanding history, I know my future may never be
The future is uncertain
Will I live or be left in a void?
With no name, no picture, no acknowledgment
Just a number
Back when I was worth just a number
Isn’t it all the same?
Yesterday he was massa today he’s my warden
Whips and sticks no difference,
to them there’s a difference
to me it’s all the same.
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To today where instead of picking cotton
We’re doing penal labor
Just another form of slavery
But no it's not the same, why?
Cause we get paid
Yeah we get paid $3.45 a day
by the mercenary
But the only place I can spend it is at the commissary
Forced labor for low or no wages
I gotta term for that it’s called slavery
1 in 9 men will go to prison
1 in 6 latino
1 in 3 black
All men are created equal as they say
لا فرق بين عربي ولا اعجمي ولا ابيض ولا اسود Our Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him) said
no Arab is superior to a non-Arab, nor is a white person superior to a black person, Except by righteousness
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they always said they were here to help me
Then why do they have all the odds stacked against me ?
They told me I would be nothing
I try to move forward but they keep pushing me back
They told me
I'd either end up in prison or like my brothers and sisters six feet under
These are the shackles they put on my mind
You're learning birds and bees for me, its yes sir, ID please
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1865 the chains came off
But why does it feel like they’re still on ?
Shackles on my hands,
shackles on my ankles,
shackles on my mind
But I refuse to be chained,
I refuse to be a pawn in their game,
'Cause outside these walls,
outside these bars,
I have a life to claim.
Unchain me now
Wade in the water,
God's gonna trouble the water
Maybe, just maybe WE
are that "Trouble in the Water" that Harriet Tubman anticipated.
Maybe We
Are that positive disruption that troubles the water
of a system that needed an awakening.
Maybe in the unity of the Sudanese and
the Senegalese
we disrupt the Ease of a corrupt system
That nullifies the 13th amendment.
Closed mouths never get fed
But with you, we can shout loud enough to wake the dead
as long as we fight together as one
Together We shall overcome and together we will Rise
UNCHAIN ME. NOW.
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