The truth spoke to me and hit my heart
Hoping one day we get far.
Misconception to truth,
Asking for freedom nowadays is like pulling a tooth.
Can’t numb the pain of generation curses
Wish I could let my pen bleed all this out in cursive.
Sympathetic to everyone else’s problems
Who gone save me from thyself
Wishing I could see my brother
Sometimes I blame myself.
Prayer, resilience and seeking answers
To questions ignored.
If only I would have saved him If only,
who is to know?
Fit every minority,
This game ain’t fair.
Real problems not suited for anyone to bare.
The ones suffering,
our brothers, Fathers, uncles and more.
Set to fail in this systematic cycle
Fighting for better more.
The drums to our revolution
Play our freedom near.
Soon, wait a bit more and Endure,
For it all soon will be clear.
Life of He, Victor, A Brown King,
In the U.S pen.