But the jails fill up...

They want to take your freedom.

'They' is not a he or a she.

'They' is a machine

disguised as a friend,

who no longer wants freedom to ring.

Except from the firing of a gun,

forcing the people to sing

in screams.

They want to take your freedom.

Federal Agents putting out fires that believe it or not, 

they started--

Failed verdicts that only lead to a cop being relocated 

to commit the same crimes all over again--

Being called a terrorist for taking to the march

even though it is our God giving right.

It always seems like nothing's ever going to change. 

And we will never understand why this nation finds 

the victim is the one to blame

for all of the gun shots not heard around the world.

Because before Michael Brown,

no one gave a damn about  

blacks being gunned down.

For people who have not lived our disparaged lives 

have already boxed themselves up into 

some foregone conclusions,

delusions,

that the mowing down of civilians is somehow ALWAYS justified?

The streets are filled with the tired and poor of those who have given up. 

Of those who have lost trust.

But standing alongside them

are those who realize that never surrendering is a must.

No worries and no matter.

There's a Malcom X on every corner doing whatever it takes to get the message across, 

that racism has lost.

And it's only a matter over mind

to make the hateful catch up.

 

We forever remind them 

that we are tired of the slavery our system 'provides',

as it only coincides with the stripping of our rights, 

forcing us to take a knee 

when compatriots sing praises and hymns of the so-called good old days 

when bombs were bursting so bright,

that carried on throughout the night.

Only, 

in those days,

freedoms were reserved for the white.

They want to take your freedom.

To all the disbelievers, I swear to you

we have been brutalized

by the hatred of gunfire, 

and gavel, 

And the bars that we are forced to call our home.

But the jails run out of space.

Because they want to take your freedom.

The cops live to see another day,

but not the poor soul who had their hands held up high.

Begging for God to protect them,

and for their country not hurt them.

Neither seemed to hear the pleas,

of the person,

who became nothing but a corpse,

as they fall to the ground.

One less convict, 

and yet,

the jails fill up...