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