Who am I?
I'm a young black man
Who's words are silenced
By the behavior of the people who
Look like me.
The white mans worst night mare,
Scared that I'm going to succeed.
So they shoot me down in the streets,
Watch my blood drip from my body,
And don't even care about my dream.
Choke me out in the streets and
Suppress my voice,
While others like them watch,
As I fade away slowly.
No we don't all look alike,
We carry ourselves differently,
So please, please don't shoot me.
Don't shoot me because you never know,
Who I'll become or who I'll be.
Never know I could become the HNIC,
Marching down the streets,
Like the King did before me.
Just fighting, fighting for unity
And world peace.
No I'm not using the thing you call violence, that's not like me.
Im reaching out to my brothers and sisters.
Like Moses leading my people through Egypt.
Marching through the sea of buildings,
And parting the streets.
Walk miles on top of miles, that my blisters bleed.
Don't try to distract us with news feed.
As of 1865, when my life was declared free.
