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I am tired.

Eyes shot open

Pow pow

As ignorance of my American “brothas” and “sistas” requires me to stay woke

Excuse me

As I choke

On the seas of cries

That pour from black eyes

As we beg for freedom

Excuse me

As I choke

On the pools of blood

That you don’t fuckin’ care to see

Because it is at the hands of thee

That we die and we grieve

Please

Why do you hate me?

Why do you hate we?

We

We who forever die at the hands of the ships

The whips

The guns

The laws

Bust a clip

Shit

I can’t get a grip

As I trip at the fact

That you won’t get a grip on reality

 I refuse to believe

To believe that I’ve been trapped since birth

See it is you who is cursed

Your eyes are blind

Your hearts are cold

See in the past I was told

Told to fear

Only then did I hear

But now I’m listenin’

Mama I’m listenin’

Father I’m listenin’

Brotha’s and Sistas I’m listenin’

As I unapologetically

Keep dyin’ for my skin