by Kenytta Brown
Imagine a world with no problems
Imagine our people picking cotton
Thunder storms and dark skies
Politicians and many lies
There’s crime every hour
Sometimes I wonder who really have the power
I just want a world when people can be free
Not a war to see who can control me!!!
Young people already dying
It’s sad seeing mothers crying
Because it was their son
Once was the world to them and now he’s gone
He was the man in front of the gun
There he’s done it, was too late to run
It’s hard for an African American male
Only time you hear them when they dead or in jail
How many African American male is in jail … I’ll make a list
But we get punished when we raise our fist
Our people are blessed
But they are afraid to see who’s next!?
It’s time to hear a new voice
Not by demanding but by choice
It’s time for a change
No more shooting innocents on point range
And they wonder why we woke up
We have to out-think and out-smart the law in every way
They been fighting us till this day
My question is where do we go from here
The world is in our hands
Or just let it be crushed like grains of sand
