Wake Up Sheeple.

Ferguson in Unrest, Citizens stay upset.

Mike Brown, they shot him down and many many came after that.

Like Yanez and Castille, and Bland and Encina,

Don't worry, the courts didn't think they did it either.

Wake Up Sheeple! Do it for our people, because

remember that slavery was and is still legal.

Reconstruct your mind, like they did our lives. 

Police ain't nothing but slave catchers and overseerers.

You really think they changed sides?

Wake Up Sheeple! This is for my people, because 

places like Flint still have murky water to drink up.

We're systemtically discriminated against and too brainwashed to see it.

That's why they can kill us dead in the street and traffick our organs,  

all like they didn't mean it.

It's true. They don't care about you or my black ass too.

Then, we turn on the news,

Thinking "Lord, how could this be?!"

it's life. it's white. 

R.I.P to Mike and all the melanated people like me.

This poem is about: 
My community
Our world

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