The chains are still there you've just got to look closer

Stalked all their life Stained by a crime not committed A permanent mark on black skin A reminder how we will never fit in Labelled as criminals Despite being exonerated Probation was for those in need of reformation Not those who already good behaviour But any chance to stereotype The oppressors will take their chance To keep the invisible chains of oppression are locked in and secured A way to surveil those who now walk in the light Constant checkups, now a normal routine Having to ensure their record is squeaky clean Being suffocated by the fear Of breathing wrong They'll do anything to keep us behind bars Freedom they promised, yet freedom we haven't received Being watched doesn't equate to being free Especially when we still hang from the trees of your critique You can't claim slavery ended when we are still slaves to your constant surveillance Not when incarceration is used as a way to keep us hidden Not when we live a life of normalcy Yet are still followed By the law that claims to help Yet shoots us as soon as we open our mouth You can't claim it ended when we live under the power Of the white man