War On Drugs

War on Drugs

Mass incarceration is another fancy word for

Civil enslavement

Yeah you see a black man walking on the pavement

Automatically thinking that he did something incriminated

Please tell me

When did the justice system believe that

While murderers roaming free

That their first priority

Was to have a war on drugs

Please tell me

When did the police

Thought it was okay to

Search and seize

Someone else’s property

Without the right documentations

Look where society has come to

Over the past hundred years

Will the lower minorities ever let go of their fears

Their tears shed throughout

The whipping the lynching and the overpopulating in the prisons

Where is our new beginning?

Where is the life that is worth living?

When will the activist say

That it’s okay

To walk in the street

And not be harassed

When is it our time to laugh?

Because right now it isn’t funny

The lack of education

Making us look like dummies

When is the abuse going to stop?

We are not supposed to be afraid of the cops

They say to protect and serve

But it looks like

They’re only protecting the government

To serve us on a silver platter

You ask me why does this matter

And I will say

One day I would love to see the world where color doesn’t matter

One day I would love to raise my child in the world of equality

So many people are oblivious to the facts

That so many people have a target on their backs

There’s no time to relax

Because there are so many groups that have collapse

Fell into their traps

Then put back into the world

Just to relapse

The system makes it easier

For them to fail

Leading to this one question

Are we ever going to prevail?

 

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Texte: Sydia Smith
Bildmaterialien: http://blackhistorymonth2014.com/315/prison-industrial-complex/
Lektorat: Sydia Smith
Tag der Veröffentlichung: 29.12.2013

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I dedicate this to My college for opening up my mind and informing me of the new injustice that is happening in our society today.