imprisonment
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The System, the system of a black man going to jail for life that didn't even get to say goodbye to his wife, or motha or even his own little brotha.
The System, the system of a black man going to jail for life that didn't even get to say goodbye to his wife, or motha or even his own little brotha.
Open your bible, pray for forgiveness, tell him your sins, the lord is your witness.
We are all children of God with free will; we are family, you know.
Then why in the definition of religion is the word control?
I’ve been told that I am crazy,
that I’m mentally insane.
daddy hEld mE dowN
hE smElt stroNgly of boozE
Every night i stride through the endless corridors of my mind.
I look for doors i Never find.
I keep searching for freedom from these cells i have built for myself.
One cell for each broken piece.
to the oppressed:
In a world, so dark and cold where all hope is lost
good and evil right and wrong are throw away like paper
however plenty there is not
From this decrepit window
I see the clouds flash brilliance
Orange and purple and pink,
Colors so foreign to this tiny room,
Colors that make you think
From this sorry window
I looked up.
For the first time,
I saw you.
I saw me.
My eyes,
Yours.
My face,
The resemblance.
Depression depression you bring me down you make me sad you make me drown.
Drowned in emotions so deep so dark, they melt my soul they break my heart.
The cuts, the burns, the tears feel great.
Beat to the rhythm.
Tap your toes to the music.
Trapped in these prisms,
This tune is our rhetoric.
Who will speak for us?
What is speech against singing?
Words are all we trust.
There's a wicked wind.
I turn my head and grimace.
'It's too windy out there,' I whisper,
And I shut the door
But I can't meet their eyes.
They ask where I'm going.
Nowhere.
What is it I do, as a true blue Woman?
I fight for justice so free, for love, for me-
Me and mine, and you'll find
that my kind, though we may bind
each other, one another, our OWN brother
Why do you hate me?
What have I done?
Why do you always take from me?
and give back none.
This was my moment of victory
A moment you chose to turn into blasphamy.
Why do you hate me?
What have I done?
Let me drift away;
Away into the unperturbed
Blackness of the cold, calm bay.
Let me float away;
Away on the clouds
That carelessly swoon and sway.
