I ya tu sabe, See me without your eyes Black or white, red or blue are all colors in a rainbow
We all feel the same feelings, Don’t treat us different, just because we’re not your color, we are all human. Treat everyone the same way, all the same.
Racism will never get you anywhere, but Beaten, bruised, tears run red With equal rights from blood bearing eyes
What happens when the leader of the free world is oppressed like his ancestors by their oppressors, successors. Man, I care about the people doing what I can to cure the evil since when does color Make you, You.
Let’s stop this madness, The love we have for each other should be everlasting, I think they murdered and killed just For a quick buck In the cash field to think our people are hanged and lynched Just because the power of our skin, racism comes with judgement of fried chicken and hot sauce, and hurtful thoughts of a restaurant,
stools occupied with the darker variety all starving from the idea of equality, We all think, if you aren’t normal, you’re weird if you don’t look the same as me, You’re wrong. But that’s wrong, Blacks and whites, It means nothing, No one, is everyone, everyone is, no one this real pain can’t be seen, but can only last as long as you let it spread like a virus, Infecting the whole world Until everyone is hurt.
See me without your eyes.
Liberation, jumping the fence, I don’t like wonderland breaking the moseleum of all hope and desire, life appears like a dream, headlights beam from the railroad train, as fiery as my flame once was but now that flame is gone blown out like my brains from all the blood shot pain twenty thousand completely tax free Good job, good house, good pay, good life? A tulip blowing in the snow three months early.
The bricks contort a whisper, rusted lips twist into a rounded shape I feel the stress in my arms, I stretched those metal jowls apart, sunlight leaks in, and I wonder how such weak and distanced bars kept the sunlight away.
Liberation brings big red flowers, letting hair out of its ribbon, why should we have separation are we not all equal?
Liberation is not black and white bumblebees on highways, detritus leaping from grass into iridescent plastic bags hardly thought about by those blurring past in angry, metal torpedoes.
Difficulty growing, he stands, empty for a moment before selecting another flower, less brilliant than she, but certainly more stable, the jail cell slowly opens up with the taste of freedom on your fingertips The blinding faith that swallowed you is lifted from your skin, and you are baptized in the spit of your critics, lost in a sea of despair. The sun’s warmth caters to the icy the key to that locked door, of the outside world, I feel like a dog trapped in its cage, a girl trapped, in the knowledge of knowing, the meaning of this world.
Is liberation liberty? To have your way, with no one in your way or to do what you want, when you want Is it to go anywhere and Do anything? Liberation is liberty, freedom is the key to success, with freedom you have no test.
Wake up, take a shower, in between those school hours until the bell rings you do whatever you please, as if this world is all yours, and we just live in it.
This is your world live it up, be free ‘Cause that’s what I’m going to do until the great Lord call on me What is liberation?
Is it a saying? Or is it a phrase? Or can I say, we all have our rights, and liberation is to free the soul from the razor wire of control, Why do we blame our problems on other people today? We’re oppressing ourselves ‘cause in the mind we’re all slaves.
L – Live I – In B – Bring E – External R – Racism A – And T – Turn I – Into O – One N – Nation
LOVE Love is the warm fuzzy feeling in the middle of my soul that shines out to the world, makes me feel like a warm hug, his shoulder to cry on blossoming like a tender rose in the spring time, But there is no love with segregation in a liberal school or a declining night, out on the town, where she replaces the stroller receipt on the ground, I give her something she never has. Love.
We’re angry at things we wanted to see, waking up to my shadow, the fear of diving into the sea a thin line, between hate or love Knowing that somewhere down In the depths, eyes gleam through darkness, something is waiting to swallow you, chew you up and spit you out, I’m here without you now, it’s over, I’m done, the only two left are me and the gun through its front teeth, piece by piece by piece
There’s this time, when we reach out our hands, and touch hearts, and no matter the distance or fighting or tears, this moment there is love
Love is a beautiful thing. hearing a heartbeat, falling asleep, listening to the rain, on Easter morning I wake, looking above, hoping the lord sends me a day full of love.
We live in a society, ‘If you’re not like everyone else Then you’re not good,’
A bitter feeling, One day we will die, Another we will cry, I will live In the sky, flying high
I hate the burns, from the flames of hate, in my heart I hate the scars others are given, the smell is the rot of bones, Fire and evil, across an innocent back
One day the world will know that you don’t deserve to be a part of us,
Hate is a strong word. Stuck in the pain of Someone else’s pain.
FEAR Fear is like a baby bird in its nest, out of harms way, fear is like a plague taken over a nation, it has nothing to do, but to waste them,
Fear nothing but God standing by the train tracks don’t hate me ‘cause I’m me, a fear of submission to those who are stronger, like going into a battle without any armor, get up, stand up, still with that feeling of being watched. I can only dream what others dream. Fear is taught.
A piercing scream no one will even hear, while you bang on the door and beg for someone to let you out, silence knows no way to scream And no one to hear you, a child shedding tears In a corner, a shadow in the dark, my heart raced like Dale Ernhardt when the world is against you, your dreams are your nightmares, trying to get home before the clock strickes 12, the child lost at the zoo, surrounded by the beasts of nightmares, a man without eyes is afraid of the dark.
Waves of trouble collapse, and wash away my good will and reason, and childhood dreams are blown away in the wind.
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