I Can'T Breathe - Black Martrys
Earth is sad
Flesh is sand
Shadow is black
My skin is dark.
Black man down
White man's town
Tweets and Hashtags
Protests and Blackcards,
But the system is Prejudiced
Jury men in white ridged caps and black cape cloaks-
take sides with the pale folks.
I can't breathe; No, I can't breathe-
Faint whispers of freedom cries
Because, Czarian chiefs grip my throat like ties
Professing Caucasian supremacy over Zulu tribes
Painting false decrees on the canvas of ecclesiastical tiles.
I can't breathe; No, I can't breathe-
Passed on to brutal Marshals in uniforms
Whippings of batons and golf clubs-
weepings from stabs that felt like unicorns,
Cell bound cus they broke the knobs-
Where silver bracelets and orange suits is the new fashion.
How you expect me to breathe?
When white sheriffs are on the throats of Negroes
Treyvon Martin, Yassin, George, all fallen Heroes.
How you expect me to breathe?
When you GEORGE me by the color of my skin-
and mock me on the pictures of big screens.
How you expect me to breathe?
When you call me racist-
Cus my black thoughts are on white sheets.
How you expect me to breathe?
When you manipulated theories that I came from the apes-
and traded me as SLAVES to raise the stakes.
Wakanda against the Euro coasts.
My sovereignty lies in the hands of political swines,
Democrips and Rebloodicans
Freemasons and Technocrats
Undergods and the mainstream giants.
Blacks and whites
There's a need for us to unite
Like black boards and white chalks.
But I'm the one you keep writing on
But I'm the one you keep riding on.
HOW DO YOU EXPECT ME TO BREATHE.
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© Alex O'bor, 2020. All rights reserved.
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