I’ve seen the injustice,
I’ve experienced it’s sting.
We have screamed to the heavens,
When will You let freedom ring?
I am mad at my oppressor,
I am mad at those who seem to be doing well.
Is America my enemy?
Or am I under a spell?
I am screaming my life matters,
Because it matters to me,
I am lost in my emotions,
In a tormenting sea.
I can’t eat,
I can’t sleep,
I can’t think,
I can’t breathe.
I am willing to do everything,
except drop to my knees.
I am fighting for equal rights,
Will my oppressor hear me?
Am I really as bad as they say?
Or is it that they fear me?
I’m trying to find my place,
In a space that I call home
And if the Lord is with me,
why do I feel so alone?
I want peace,
I want justice,
I want equal pay.
We have screamed for centuries,
but we still have not found our way.
I’m tired of waiting on the Lord,
So this time I will loot and riot,
And I’m justified when I steal,
Because they know I cannot afford to buy it.
Am I wrong?