Remember this is old just topped with that new spew for the lot of you.
Prisons pact to capacity death, beatings and rape are here,
Nothing less than the tenacity of the slave ship.
Not blind to your war crimes finally awoke,
Time to chime in the oppressed slave in me has found his clue.
Your 9 to 5 barely enough to feed, cloth, bath and support yourself,
Sounds like the plantation,
And lashing you Christianity that was created at the end of ole massa’s whip.
The audacity of the woke which is far and few,
Like a man at sea surrounded by the vast ocean,
Blue whispers of freedom.
Given to who nothing of that sort,
Ask Colin Kaepernick is it true.