This is a piece I wrote awhile ago. But since it's Juneteenth figure it's a good time to post. 400 years, 400 years, 400 years! How dare you tell me to forget! I can still hear the screams of slaves The crack of the whip on Kunta back Forcing him to change his name This ball and chain had been around my peoples ankles for far to long! And you want me to let it go, quit crying while you still lying Not admitting your wrongs Hell na, we still fighting Executive order after executive order To erase Amerikkkas dark history of slavery Removal of DEI legislation You killed Malcolm and Martin Used them as martyrs We should've listened to Marcus Garvey And escaped this God forsaken place back to Africa Give me my damn reparations So I can bounce out this place And I'm sick and tired of being told to forgive and forget And pray to make it go away Pray for my oppressors How, when they continue to be aggresive You realize the original intent of the police was to catch runway slaves Nothing changed They still doing the same Just traded the plantation for prison Insisting on giving us legnthy sentences When the judge slams that gavel He just unraveled our civil rights Our time is life Cheap labor for major corporations Nothing but profit for them As my people still condemned Steadily hemmed up by this cruel unjust system Lady liberty a bitch She's nothing but a Karen Staring at me with hate in her eyes Using these white old guys To keep us in this ball and chain