my message

send them my message tell them what i know 

about a society that takes your born rights and freedoms and separates you into a social box

yes! that's where we live such a beautiful place 

for a race that was only given freedom by grace

yeah i hear the saying the blacker the berry the sweeter the juice

well they packaged us,labeled us, and sold us to the world 

with the whip marks on your backs spelling... negro

but this just doesn't apply to us you know

living with a numerical scar reminding you of

who once owned you , tortured you, left you a living corpse 

but you see this is where it gets personal,emotional 

thinking about a time when your people had no control 

still no control 

they got us chained up locked up life without parole  

hands behind our backs cuffed from a distant corner