Just a Dream

I walked out today with a different dream than I woke up from I went to bed last night with nothing but illusions I guess it’s safe to say there is no freedom Just when I thought I was free to carry my dreams with me I awoke They said the opportunities lie ahead Yet further I walk, more barriers I climb I thought I could take a stand for something Something meaningful That was before I realized we have no control like they do We are contained. Contained to a point where we believe everything they say We only comply with their way Cause we live on their turf Bless it shall be the land of the free Where freedom freely comes with a price And Christmas if not white is no holiday It’s their way or no way Be blessed and stay blessed Where gang is permitted when it only hurts the minorities White-collar crime I hear, Is it colored white? Or white colored perpetrated? I rest my case That would be improper for me to be improper In these lines, I don’t condone any isms. Let’s take a deeper look! Let’s dig deeper… Look! Nations and riches are built at the weak’s expense Think! Who’s the weakest? They tie you up with words, minorities, slaves… While you shackle yourself and play the part You’re blinded form the big picture. So come buy your freedom, And build what’s yours.