It Cuts Deep
Captured like game.
Branded like cattle.
Herded like sheep
Treated Like cargo, and defects where thrown in the deep.
Certified merchandise
"***** show me your teeth"
Murder guys who don't hold their own; no hope for the weak
"You better dig deep,
Cause I don't care about your suffer and strife"
If you were advanced then your people would have fought for your life
Instead of human trafficking there own, for goods from the whites
Besides your black.
You can never have rights"
As a result most blacks are poor, and still seen as less.
A people unsure of themselves,
A race in distress
It cuts deep,
Like whips on the back of the slaves
Whose grandchildren still fade in the land of the brave.
But I am a diaspora man
An African with habits of an Anglo Saxon clan
Racial discrimination still spans this land
But still I rise, brother give me your hand
Mike Concise 2009 ©
www.mikeconcise.com
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