The Roots (pt. I)

My Birth Certificates claims my citizenship to the 50 stars, red, white, and blue

But what’s truer is I’m an Alien in familiar territory, I’ve lived my life in a strange country

For this democracy, I’ll give my soul in whole, yet it’ll constantly remind me, I am only one-third of my whole

Beating and dragging me closer to my demise, Justice has my back against the wall and my face on the ground; ironically this is when I’m more cognizant of my color

And here I thought we were all brothers?

Liberal with my words, conservative with my actions, they say I’m a threat being too far to the left, because I’m taking communion with the Marxist, and my words are corrupting the right

Do you understand my plight?

Looking to the sky to pray, my dark eyes fixated on the Red Doves, but ain’t nothing peaceful about bloodshed

I’ve been dead, revolution gone wrong at the time, now I stand a Martyr for the future

Body in shambles, but my soul is intact. Too strong to be broken, bring the torches and the rope…and it’s here I’ll stand and remain

Knowledge yearns to be found, at the reach of the youth it rest on their fingertips

Turn the mind into an eternal dictionary, because Webster consciously forgets to define societal struggles

Understand, through the veil on their eyes I was a primitive creature, writing a truth they couldn’t understand so, they deemed it hieroglyphics

To be more specific…I was less than Man, buy my ideas were great

Do you catch my drift?

I thought the Slave Ships been sailed, just a Modern Day Slave with different color faces assisting me in tending to the fields

For these revolutionary thoughts, I’ll lose a life, perhaps even love, but my passion for freedom will forever be the same

And when my life is requested to the grave…I’ll still continue to wander around as the Invisible Man

Just remember, on this Animal Farm, “All animals are equal, but some animals are more equal than others”