400 Years
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
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Laron Henderson
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