How much oppression can one race live through?
We need long bridges and ditches to build too.
We need fine pavement and the bravest to be proof.
They killing us with no remorse or real penalties.
It seems to be the norm, and I know you're feeling me.
Little black kings murdered like mere morsels so forceful.
I think we need protection.
I think we need a force field.
I fort or hill to climb on and hide on and lay on and stay on.
I still can't believe the story about Trayvon.
I walk the streets with skittles singing riddles about being little as I drink tea.
It was all a dream until I seen the TV screen.
An all to familiar feeling came peeling through my mind.
We must find the light in the dark before we are all blind.