Freedom
They say that different skin colour and races
were a curse because we didn't obey God's laws,
It can't be true as if you're born in Africa ,
you'll probably be black and in Europe you'll be white.
It's geographical, governed by generations and the sun,
although parentage has a say when it's done;
we may be 'freer' than we used to be, see
the old stigmas continue, no matter what you do.
I lived in Africa, it was good for your soul,
made me have realization, made me whole;
now none of us are 'safe,' sad state of affairs,
where's the compassion, you wonder if God really cares.
'Oh freedom, for I'll no longer be a slave,
when I'm finally buried in my grave.'
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