400 Years

Target of my population,
Hate me for my melanin,
The Wolf in the sheep’s badge
Woman of her black skin
Systematic pressure hand me downs
To remain silent
Broken arms,
built upon oppression and division now
How it feel to wake another day
and wonder if you’ve last
How it feel to pin my neck
and only for a power trip
How it feel hang my blood
you never understood us
Black mind to black hands
To hate me for my blackness
It ain't nothin’ new
Bottom of the shoe
like you planned it too
Speaking up the kettle
It’s been going on for generations
Just another life you claim
To put my hands up but he shoot me down
The call of injustice to start it all
Planted drugs in black commutes
and this was back in 7-1
Deny a loan for broken homes,
You see how most is livin’ now
Started off Colonists,
Settled in with Jim Crow
Casted off with closed heads
To see through our window seal
Target in the street, raise my fist up
ACAB, it’s for my own
It’s taken by another knight
Target in the street, raise my fist up
ACAB, it’s for my own
It’s taken by another knight
Target in the street, raise my fist up
ACAB, it’s for my own
It’s taken by another knight
Target in the street, raise my fist up
ACAB, it’s for my own
It’s taken by another knight