Jim Crow (snippet)

 

I find it hard to enjoy the picture show
When I see Jim Crow
Sitting on the front row
Yes, life with Jim Crow terrorizing the
Streets in white robes after dark
Has been no walk in the park…
 
…I don’t think it’s a crime
To see white kids go to the same school as mine
I don’t think it’s a crime either
For me to not accept that this is the way things ought to be
Because I know that this isn’t true liberty…

A Song You Don’t Wanna Sing

 

“We shall overcome”
Ain’t the song I wanna hum
Especially when I see injustice being done
Dogs get justice in my country
Better than a minority
Yet the government keeps telling us “No worry.
Just have faith in the grand jury.”
You can’t tell us to have faith in a broken system
Especially when that system has put innocent people in prison
And has given guilty people freedom
 
I’m not asking for much
I want a legal system that I can trust
Will do the right thing
And recognize that I’m a human being
Regardless of the fact
That the money in my pocket rings and doesn’t clap
And a legal system that doesn’t care that I’m female and black
 
I want a legal system where the ADA recognizes the true victims in the case
That doesn’t make punishment light or harsh because of the defendant’s gender or race
I want a legal system where the ADA has integrity
And is not afraid to see to it that crooked judges and cops are found guilty
 
I want a legal system where the judges refuses to disrespect and disregard the very laws that they are supposed to uphold
I want a legal system where the judges use discernment and common sense
And also have the ability to be merciful, compassionate, and be as bold as their black robe
 
With all that being said I know what you all are thinking
That I need to wake up and quit dreaming
But I can’t
Cause its the song my heart is singing
A song my heart will keep on singing ’til I’m in my grave
That familiar song that says “we shall overcome someday.”

It’s Not Easy Being Green (snippet)

 

…No, no it’s not easy being green
Or pink or blue or black
For years it seems
We heard our color was wack
Ugly, poor and was told to sit or eat in the back
Of the bus, of the Amtrak
While others were beaten with clubs and baseball bats
And some who traded their dreams for crack
But what’s really a true fact
We’ve been able to keep our heads and spirits in tact
Even when the odds are stacked
Be successful in everything not just sports and rap…