It’s scary being Black walking and driving down the street,
Afraid to be seen because the color on the top of your hand.
It was never distributed just a myth,
Our promise diluted for building and demanding equality of this land.
I’ mma proud father,
But scared not knowing if my son would come home to raise him from a boy to a man.
We get up protest, speak, write poetry but is that all we can?
Killing my culture and hue because you feared your life with no conviction,
Well American law is scam.