Injustice
Guess the so called powers that be
Expect me to create a ruckus
I've been labeled so much as an uncle
Categorized by televised dysfunctions
Playing the race cards when I'm being solitaire
Because if I say what everyone wants me to say which is Black Lives Matter
Lesbians and George Soros gets paid
Freak all of that, I'm carrying my son in my arms
Where's my community in protecting him from harm?
No, you're wannabe paparazzi whenever bad cops are taking shots at me
But in this picture, my son ain't bleeding
I'm sounding like Jesus, he's not dead, he's sleeping
From the mind controlled beatings of racial preferences that will lead to
People who look like me running to the voting booths
Picking from a candidate list exclusively selected for you
But don't know you or sat and had breakfast with you
So many people minds stuck to their skin like Crazy Glue
Tell me are you first second or third class citizens and who gave you civil rights?
I'm sick of this deceptive vomit
You're like bishops who've been swallowed up
In the queue waiting to be told you got the juice
Injustice mixed with corruption equals
A wicked system filled with a bunch of do nothings clutching their nuts and never trusting God
I wish you say something
If I'm your Uncle Tom, I made your Aunt Jemima spurt syrup
I'm more than black and white
Now back to your regularly scheduled worship
By the way, I'm indigenous
Separate from the predicted ridiculous wickedness
And if you don't like it, bury me upside down so the whole world who participates in this can kiss my ass
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