What Change?
time has seemed to come to a standstill
1964 is the new 2014 who's next to kill
It's been 50 years but these cops are still murderin'
Still equipped without a whip but a clip, new dogs same old barkin'
Fury still burns in Missouri, as they marched on like Martin
Is it wrong for us to feel violated in a world where being
Black has made us slaves when we started as kings
It started Emmett Till, Trayvon, kiwane, Aiyana, Kimani, Tamir, and Michael Brown
Hands up to stand up for the ones they gunned down
Black male to a cop oh no this thug must be taken down
But if he kills that kid its shrugged of as legal
Bang!! bang!! Two shots to the skull
These shots from the cops is still what the children hear last
We've been weeping in the streets long before the tear gas
All the while one of our own sits in the office, he's a puppet behind the glass
in this White House, have blacks really made any progress?
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