Nothing Has Changed

Half tea and half lemonade 

Being sipped in the shade 

Dark skin being whipped 

For mistakes that God has Made? 

While injustice flows down 

The cracks of black asses 

As blood mixes with molasses 

Making a preserve that Master 

Feels they all deserve 

As injustice is served 

Via ropes, nooses and chains 

Jim Crow laughing 

Over and over again 

Cause many, many years later 

Nothing has changed