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.
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